My friend and I were eight or nine years old, sitting on the hill looking down at the wind pushing up waves on the water. We were arguing about whether it was "white water" or "white caps." One of our mothers settled our argument by tellling us that we are both right. Making this reminded me of that moment.
Moon or sun, snowflakes or stars. They could be either.
I could fall asleep under this tree... Thank you Jude for the inspiration.