DYEU:
The moon, like Diana, shines in the heavens so bright and pure it’s divine for our journey on the night of Tuesday. The sun has not received its orders from Zeus. She shines on us in a jovial spirit. July has not come, so the circadian course passes us. We diet as we wait for Jupiter to appear. In a dismal state, we log in our dairies of the diurnal course. To our dismay, Tyr comes to Asmodeus, and to our horror,. We are about to adjourn; our feelings are unclear and confused like a Psychedelic drug. Per diem, we go on longing to journey again. Then Julius said to Julia, “When will the moon stop shining? We are going to die!” If Julius could become a man of dives, we could leave this place now.” “Do not be dismayed, said Julia.” The sojourn is the end.” Tuesday has come, and Jupiter from the heavens, a God. The bright sky shines on us, and Diana of the moon only glows in the distance. We drink in a jovial state; Chianti is made of Sangiovese grapes. We say, “adieu to the moon. “
By Alaina Gaffney
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Amidst the waxing and waning of celestial bodies, we are but mere mortals on a journey of fleeting moments. Yet, in our pursuit of happiness, we find solace in the beauty of the universe and the company of loved ones. Thank you, cosmos, for reminding us to cherish each passing moment and to find joy in the simplest of pleasures.