The moon sits high in the sky, its bright pink hue stark against the dark night. Staring up at it from his gently swaying hammock, Poe can count on one hand how many times he's seen that shade of pink in the natural world.

Three weeks have passed since he landed on Glybersh, and it still makes him stop and stare every time.

It's amazing how unique every planet is — how something as innocuous as the colour of the moon or the taste of water can differ so drastically, even within systems. He's been to worlds with near zero gravity and worlds where everyone lives underground.

Anything someone might take for granted as universal is actually only one of thousands, if not millions, of possibilities. For everything he grew up believing as fact, someone else had the exact opposite experience.

It's one of the reasons he learnt to fly.

And it's one of the reasons he's so drawn to Rey. She, more than anyone, understands how special that first step onto another planet is, that first sight of something new and unexpected and amazing. She, more than anyone, understands his wanderlust.

After all, she feels it even more than he does.

Contentment warms him at the thought of his fiancée. She's systems away at the moment, searching for new sources of kyber crystals while he searches for new recruits for the new peacekeeping force Leia is establishing.

Is it night where she is? Is she, too, looking up at a moon, or two, or even three?

Wherever she is, and whatever planet she's on, he hopes it's as magnificent as this one.

A/N: 'Just remember, every time you look up at the moon, I, too, will be looking at a moon. Not the same moon, obviously, That's impossible.' from season 6 episode 5 of Parks and Rec