It was immaculate, the moon. At 6 am, it peered in between two houses when I saw it this morning, huge, full, and orange, and it was as if it were a permanent fixture in the sky.

Of course, as it is with my usual connection with the moon, it gave me that momentary peace, and that reminder that there is a lot of beauty in the heavens.

It reminded me also of this one time that I had an argument with my 4-year old nephew about the mechanism of sunrise and sunset. He does not believe me that the moon does not hide behind the mountains during the day. But I was impressed on how he presented his case:

"Auntie, look," he said as he clenched both his hands into a fist and raised it up in the air, "This is the sun, and this is the moon. When the sun is up, the moon is down. And then at night the sun will go down, and then the moon will go up. See?"

"Cushie, in reality, neither the sun nor the moon goes up or down. There is our planet, Earth," and I held a fist in between both of his, "And actually, it is the Earth that is rotating."

"NO!"

The discussion was grueling. I don't think he was convinced. Same way as he was not convinced that he could not just add a Planet Steven in the Solar System.