The moonrises the past two nights have been glorious. Wide open skies here allow the moon to be seen as soon as it breaks the horizon, when it's at its largest and warmest. It rises among clouds in a darkening sky, beaming silver bright, enough to drown out stars all night long.
Thought of the day:
I SAW THE MOON
Round moon in the middle of the sky’s a bird ablaze:
all things are seen mere shadows in its brilliance,
that single wheel of perfect light…
Alone, its spirit naturally comes clear.
Swallowed in emptiness in this cave of darkest mystery,
because of the finger pointing, I saw the moon.
That moon became the pivot of my heart.
(Han Shan, Cold Mountain Poems: Zen Poems of Han Shan, Shih Te, and Wang Fan-chih)