little things for big places: I pushed mostly with the moon but at times I pushed with the sun. At times I pushed with the sun too long and a blood sweated from me. The sun cracked me open in the finest, slightest of ways. I took the stinging and my scars collected, oily in the strong light. I did not take it as a reason to stop. I let the blood sweat out. It was fine. And when I could I settled with the moon.