The
moon’s cycle is nearly complete, for its new phase is due to arrive two days
from now on the new year. The crescent this morning was merely a sliver of
brilliant yellow, cast against the still dark southeastern horizon at just
before six. In this shape, it is easy to see how tilted our own axis has
become, as the moon’s concavity points downward notably toward the sun, which
will make its appearance in over ninety minutes yet.
I went
to the middle of the town fields on Grove to get an unobstructed view of its
rising and also to bid a silent farewell. Tomorrow’s forecast is for flurries,
arriving with a front coming through this evening; surely the clouds will cover
the final sliver in the morning.
I
stayed fifteen minutes, bundled just enough to keep away the morning cold and
long enough to see the brightening of the eastern sky.
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