The moon always looks sad to me.

I had an astronomy book as a kid that told of a myth where the moon and the sun were lovers.

However, one day they were separated. That's why if you look at the moon just the right way, you can see her mourning face.

I see the moon today and appreciate it's undeniable beauty, but I still look up and see those sad eyes, mouth agape with what appears to be sorrow escaping rapidly.