Spotting the Moon

The Jupiter night labs are winding down because of the atrociously unpredictable maritime weather (which I believe some secretly love) and it is nearly time to turn in our moon assignment... It is slightly sad how excited I become when I spot the moon or a friend of mine who is informed of my task points it out. I jump. I giggle. I take a mental picture and remind myself to record it later on or run back to my room to pull out my now disheveled lab report from the confines of my backpack. Oh joy! I saw the moon! Beautiful as it make be, and while it is so very critical to exist in its current state, I am annoyed. Because out of all of this excitement comes a a sadness when I miss the moon. Not simply because labs are twelve percent of my overall grade. Oh no, that would make sense. No, no, I genuinely miss the moon. I have become clingy to its presence. The moon never calls. The moon never writes. The moon never even bothers to text me. I mean geez I gave it my real number for what reason? Perhaps I will spot it tonight and get a glimpse of its luminous aura. Or not and realize I am still one observation short...