Are You My Planet?
This is the story of a moon who didn’t pay attention:
Space is big. Very big. Very, very big. It’s extremely easy to get lost in it, and just as difficult to find what you’re looking for. This is what happened to our little moon.
The situation came about because she wasn’t paying attention one night not very long ago.
As everybody knows, the night sky is a fascinating sight, with millions of points of light shining for us. The night of her mistake our moon was captivated by the beautiful sight stretched out in front of her. So much so that, without realising it, she found herself completely alone. She had lost her planet! She had lost her father!
She immediately started to feel the cold and the anxiety that invade you when you find yourself suddenly completely alone and her cries into the night gave no reply. The silence that replaced the last notes of her last cry was the most deafening sound she had ever heard in her life. She felt like ice, with no idea what to do.
Minutes, then hours passed and our little moon remained there in Space, floating in no particular direction, until from the corner of her eye she spotted something. A light was approaching. She came out of her sadness and concentrated on the heavenly body that was coming towards her. Could it be her dad?
With every second the light got closer and closer, and the hopes of our moon increased little by little, until she couldn’t contain herself. She launched a cry into the nothingness, in the direction of the approaching light.
“Excuse me. Are you my planet?”
The heavenly body looked at the moon and slowed down slightly.
“No little one. I am not your planet. I am a comet and I have no moon. I travel alone, flying through the universe in a great arc, leaving a long tail behind me. I’m sorry I can’t stay longer to help you, but if I stop it’s very difficult for me to get started again. If I see your planet I’ll tell him that I’ve seen you.”
And with those words the comet began to move away.
“All right. Thank you very much anyway,” replied the little moon, who had been taught very good manners when she was younger.
“Good luck in your search!” were the last words of the comet, and they were lost in the night in a few seconds, leaving our moon alone once again.
But this time the little moon did not lose hope. If a comet could find her with no effort at all on her part, then she could find her planet. She was sure of it.
She started to look around her, looking for any clue that might help her to find her father, and she was once again captivated by the enormous beauty of the night sky. ‘So many points of light! All of them shining and twinkling for me!’ she thought. “And one of those lights has to be my father.’
“Up or down? she asked herself. “Forwards or backwards?” she thought. “Right or left? she wondered. Our little moon had many doubts. All of the directions had their advantages and disadvantages, but after a few moments she decided that, as no direction seemed to be better than any other, that she would go where she most felt like going.
‘Forward. Why not? That’s the way I’m facing after all.’
Slowly the moon began her journey. She felt better now that she had taken a positive decision and the hopes of finding her planet started to rise.
Little by little she went faster and faster, crossing Space with greater and greater speed. It was a very different sensation from the orbit she was used to, floating round and round her dad. Suddenly she saw something to her left. Could it be her father?
“Excuse me. Are you my planet?”
The light to her left looked at her. “No little one. I am not your planet. I am a meteorite. A big rock travelling on my own through Space. I don’t have a moon and I’m in quite a hurry. I can’t stop. Sorry. But if I see your planet I‘ll tell him where you are.”
And with that the meteorite began to move off into the distance.
“Well, thank you very much anyway,” the moon shouted after the meteorite.
“Good luck in your search!” shouted back the meteorite.
Our moon was alone again and this time she was a little more disappointed, but in no time at all she lifted her spirits and she set out on her journey once more.
For a few minutes the moon saw no kind of heavenly body nearby, until she sensed a presence above her. She looked up.
“Excuse me. Are you my planet?”
The light above her looked down. “No little one. I am not your planet. I am a shooting star and you must be careful. Don’t come too near becuase I might burn you by accident. I’m very hot you know.
The little moon could feel the heat of the shooting star and she moved away, disappointed once again.
“Well, thank you very much anyway,” the moon said.
“Good luck in your search!” replied the shooting star as she sped away.
The moon carried on along the path she had chosen, without knowing exactly where she was going. ‘Better to be moving than stopped in one place,’ she thought.
Floating through Space, looking up, looking down. Searching right, searching left. occasionally glancing behind her, and of course looking ahead of her too. But our little moon saw nothing nearby that remotely looked like her planet and the hopes and illusions with which she had started her journey began to ebb.
She decided to have a rest and bit by bit she slowed down. She looked less and less at the night sky and finally she stopped and closed her eyes, but not before a single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek.
But it was in that moment that she heard a voice that she recognised.
“Little moon! My daughter! There you are! I thought I’d lost you forever!”
Our moon opened her eyes in great happiness. Her planet! She had found her father! Or rather her father had found her.
“Daddy!” she flew towards him and buried herself in his comforting atmosphere with relief.
“I’ll never stop paying attention and we won’t have any more problems, will we dad?
The planet looked a little awkward. “Well, daughter. Erm, we do have one little problem.”
The little moon didn’t understand. “What problem could we possibly have daddy? We’re together now!”
“It’s your grandmother. My mother. The one who keeps us warm in the cold nights. I was also not paying attention, little one. And we’ve lost our star!”
“Oh no!” cried our little moon. But her hopes were high. “Well, let’s go and look for her!”
Space is big. Very big. Very, very big. It’s extremely easy to get lost in it, and just as difficult to find what you’re looking for. This is what happened to our little moon.
The situation came about because she wasn’t paying attention one night not very long ago.
As everybody knows, the night sky is a fascinating sight, with millions of points of light shining for us. The night of her mistake our moon was captivated by the beautiful sight stretched out in front of her. So much so that, without realising it, she found herself completely alone. She had lost her planet! She had lost her father!
She immediately started to feel the cold and the anxiety that invade you when you find yourself suddenly completely alone and her cries into the night gave no reply. The silence that replaced the last notes of her last cry was the most deafening sound she had ever heard in her life. She felt like ice, with no idea what to do.
Minutes, then hours passed and our little moon remained there in Space, floating in no particular direction, until from the corner of her eye she spotted something. A light was approaching. She came out of her sadness and concentrated on the heavenly body that was coming towards her. Could it be her dad?
With every second the light got closer and closer, and the hopes of our moon increased little by little, until she couldn’t contain herself. She launched a cry into the nothingness, in the direction of the approaching light.
“Excuse me. Are you my planet?”
The heavenly body looked at the moon and slowed down slightly.
“No little one. I am not your planet. I am a comet and I have no moon. I travel alone, flying through the universe in a great arc, leaving a long tail behind me. I’m sorry I can’t stay longer to help you, but if I stop it’s very difficult for me to get started again. If I see your planet I’ll tell him that I’ve seen you.”
And with those words the comet began to move away.
“All right. Thank you very much anyway,” replied the little moon, who had been taught very good manners when she was younger.
“Good luck in your search!” were the last words of the comet, and they were lost in the night in a few seconds, leaving our moon alone once again.
But this time the little moon did not lose hope. If a comet could find her with no effort at all on her part, then she could find her planet. She was sure of it.
She started to look around her, looking for any clue that might help her to find her father, and she was once again captivated by the enormous beauty of the night sky. ‘So many points of light! All of them shining and twinkling for me!’ she thought. “And one of those lights has to be my father.’
“Up or down? she asked herself. “Forwards or backwards?” she thought. “Right or left? she wondered. Our little moon had many doubts. All of the directions had their advantages and disadvantages, but after a few moments she decided that, as no direction seemed to be better than any other, that she would go where she most felt like going.
‘Forward. Why not? That’s the way I’m facing after all.’
Slowly the moon began her journey. She felt better now that she had taken a positive decision and the hopes of finding her planet started to rise.
Little by little she went faster and faster, crossing Space with greater and greater speed. It was a very different sensation from the orbit she was used to, floating round and round her dad. Suddenly she saw something to her left. Could it be her father?
“Excuse me. Are you my planet?”
The light to her left looked at her. “No little one. I am not your planet. I am a meteorite. A big rock travelling on my own through Space. I don’t have a moon and I’m in quite a hurry. I can’t stop. Sorry. But if I see your planet I‘ll tell him where you are.”
And with that the meteorite began to move off into the distance.
“Well, thank you very much anyway,” the moon shouted after the meteorite.
“Good luck in your search!” shouted back the meteorite.
Our moon was alone again and this time she was a little more disappointed, but in no time at all she lifted her spirits and she set out on her journey once more.
For a few minutes the moon saw no kind of heavenly body nearby, until she sensed a presence above her. She looked up.
“Excuse me. Are you my planet?”
The light above her looked down. “No little one. I am not your planet. I am a shooting star and you must be careful. Don’t come too near becuase I might burn you by accident. I’m very hot you know.
The little moon could feel the heat of the shooting star and she moved away, disappointed once again.
“Well, thank you very much anyway,” the moon said.
“Good luck in your search!” replied the shooting star as she sped away.
The moon carried on along the path she had chosen, without knowing exactly where she was going. ‘Better to be moving than stopped in one place,’ she thought.
Floating through Space, looking up, looking down. Searching right, searching left. occasionally glancing behind her, and of course looking ahead of her too. But our little moon saw nothing nearby that remotely looked like her planet and the hopes and illusions with which she had started her journey began to ebb.
She decided to have a rest and bit by bit she slowed down. She looked less and less at the night sky and finally she stopped and closed her eyes, but not before a single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek.
But it was in that moment that she heard a voice that she recognised.
“Little moon! My daughter! There you are! I thought I’d lost you forever!”
Our moon opened her eyes in great happiness. Her planet! She had found her father! Or rather her father had found her.
“Daddy!” she flew towards him and buried herself in his comforting atmosphere with relief.
“I’ll never stop paying attention and we won’t have any more problems, will we dad?
The planet looked a little awkward. “Well, daughter. Erm, we do have one little problem.”
The little moon didn’t understand. “What problem could we possibly have daddy? We’re together now!”
“It’s your grandmother. My mother. The one who keeps us warm in the cold nights. I was also not paying attention, little one. And we’ve lost our star!”
“Oh no!” cried our little moon. But her hopes were high. “Well, let’s go and look for her!”