Moon, the Crowned Head of Night (Day 313/365)
Of moon intrigue there can be no end, at least for me. Tonight the mysterious orb swaggered in the eastern sky, though mistiness precluded a view of its shadows, craters and tucked away secrets. Predictable, yet every changing, it hangs–solitary–the crowned head of dark night. I stood in the cold air and stared. It is so round, so perfect, so regal.