Speck on a rock

I go to this rock between the jetty and the pool as often as I can. Take off the shoes (thongs) walk across the soft clay stone, observe the level of the water, sometimes high tide, sometimes low, feel the breeze. Be still. Today I lay flat on my back and focussed on the waning moon and watched the clouds drift across the sky. It almost appeared as though the moon was moving away in the opposite direction. I had a real sense of being a tiny organism, a speck on the surface of a globe spinning through space... what was I thinking or worried about before that moment? Can't remember, don't care.