When I’m melancholy, even I don’t know why, I talk to the moon.
The moon has never answered me, but finishing talking to, always the melancholy flies away. When I wake up in the morning, I get a beautiful new day.
What a wonderful world.
“675. Light at the Headlands” Oil painting by Mariko Irie
This location is at Mendocino Headlands. But it doesn’t mater where it was, if it makes feel better.