Because the Night

Herself prefers twilight and nighttime; the harsh sun of this desert land burns and withers. She enjoys early dawn, too, though she is not often awake to experience it.  The phasing from day to night, and from night to day, are always full of promise. And frequently, watching over the changes is the dispassionate eye of the moon.

The past few nights, the crescent moon has slowly waxed, and it was particularly noteworthy Saturday night.  Herself and the Menfolk were all watching a manly movie (Gladiator), when she stepped outside briefly with the wee little dog.  As the door closed behind her, the battle sounds of the film were muffled, and the yard was surprisingly quiet. Herself looked over the back fence by the right-hand tree and found the lunar orb, dark except for the sliver of silver at the bottom. Beautiful.  

Though the moon is silent, it oftentimes reminds Herself of music.  Right now, the moon evokes Because The Night (Patty Smith).  We must add this to the iPod.

This beautiful moon was photographed by Rob Kaufman

and can be found at http://the-moon.wikispaces.com/Earthshine.