The moon was absolutely stunning last night. It was rising just as I was leaving for work, an enormous yellow globe crisscrossed with spindly tree branches, and seeming to take up much more of the sky than usual.

As the night wore on, the moon continued its journey across the compromised blackness above, and I watched the color leach away and the illusion of size vanish, leaving a shrunken, bleached orb, cold and alone.

In the morning, I was on hand to witness the mist encircled moon sink in the west.