In the daytime, the moon looks pale and transparent. At night, of course, is reveals itself as a sphere of solidity and substance.
Today I got up especially early. Stepping outside for a breath of morning air, I found myself squinting at the moon.
Though the sky was already the pale indigo blue of dawn, and the full moon passed three days ago, the nighttime orb was shining brilliantly in the dawn.
People used to believe the moon made us crazy -- lunatics. That idea is no longer prevalent, but the moon does exert a certain pull. For one thing, maternity hospitals report that more women go into labour during the full moon. The police report more trouble too.
Over the course of my life, I've witnessed at least two lunar eclipses, and I've observed the faithful lantern of the moon in many shapes and moods.
Never before have I seen such a gloriously lit morning moon, looking right at me, bathing me with its light.
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