I think I have seen the most gorgeous thing possible — a nearly full moon (seven hours past) rising over water (Lake Michigan). At first, it was a discreet orange-red sliver that might have passed for urban glow. But it soon became apparent that it was Old Man Moon, but quite discreet, nothing like the sun, which screams even at 3:20 a.m. (astronomical twilight), “I’m coming!” Just a quiet orange-red sliver. Now it is about my thumb’s length above the horizon and growing an ever-paler orange-red. Can I catch it in the act of becoming silver?

Maybe I can witness it again tomorrow . . .