January 27th, 2005

goldenearthsun

Wafers

The full Moon, fifteen degrees above the horizon, its cold light diffused by thin clouds into a corona of four moon-diameters around it, & then a strip of cloud, black by contrast, moves downward across the disk, bisecting it, & for a moment it seems suspended between the clouds, no longer celestial—or is it that the heavens have swooped down to embrace the clouds?