off to button moon!

mrs. Spoon being the one gifting Mr. Spoon with the spaceship is *a tender nod at the ‘you-know-what-I-mean-and-feel-but-there’s-no-name-for-it-and-it’s-understood-only-between-us’ kinda feeling that kids will hopefully feel one day…

the blanket sky and button moon being peppered by shiny stars is what I wish my dreams could be.

pro/re/gressive childlike spaceage

off to my own moon