I recall it was a frigid winter night in Cincinnati, Ohio when I was walking back to my car from a restaurant on the Eastern side of town. I was still relatively new to the city, and had been navigating loss and re-orientations in both my personal and professional life, after some major upheavals. There were times I felt on course, other times it felt more like the universe was pushing me in directions I could not yet discern, or appreciate. I looked up to the sky that night, in between these feelings, and saw a moon unlike any other I had seen before. It was full and bright, but more than that, it was surrounded by a hazy, crystalline halo that gently painted the sky around it. It was beacon and an enigma at once; simultaneously definitive and amorphous. I paused and watched it; I’m not sure for how long. The only movement was the feeling of breath entering and exiting my lungs. Stillness as sensation. The universe and I were looking at one another, connected, but not fully cognizant of what we were trying to say to one another. I’m still not sure to this day, but I can vividly remember that mysterious moon and its wintry aura…beckoning more questions.