I have always been a man of the moon.  Whenever it decides to jump out into the sky, something in me calms.  Maybe it’s all of the memories of looking up at the night sky and letting my mind disappear into the stars. Or maybe it’s the evening walks in the dark listening to the whispers of my heart’s greatest desires.  But the nights have always helped me slow down and think.  They have given me peace. They help me understand the meaning of faith. They’ve soothed things inside of me that the days just cannot touch. In the night, my hand begs for the pen and my mind starts to swirl in color. Who knows…it could be that there’s not much color in…