I never paid so much attention to the moon and stars in Houston until the global COVID pandemic decided to change all my plans for the year. I hadn’t traveled internationally in years and I was finally set to head to Berlin, Paris, and Mexico City in 2020. Spending 16 years of my life studying medicine and trying to succeed in my career had been at the forefront of my life, my true north or so I thought. The world had to literally stop for me to take notice of the cycles of the moon from the vantage point of my hometown. My former 7th-grade self had a fondness for astronomy and the phases of if the moon, but I seemed to lose that interest somewhere along the way. I was driving to a friend’s house just off Montrose to drop off a care package since she was ill when I looked up to see the brightest moon peeking through the branches of a large oak tree. It felt like a scene from a Tim Burton movie. I literally stopped my car and soaked it in. I tried to take a photo but I just couldn’t capture what I was seeing and feeling. How can one do the moon justice anyway? The moon that night reminded me of how small we are and in the time of a pandemic when the whole world collectively has to pause the sky and all its celestial beings continued on. Showing us what was and what will continue to be. Space City indeed.