Moonrise

Last night I lay in bed and read, with the bank of double-hung windows open to catch the night air. Around 7:00, the moon rose full and sweet and bright across the valley, centered in the middle window, so bright I didn't need a light to read by.

Our tall bed is at windowsill height, and I love to lie in bed and watch the light change from the glow of sunset to the cold, clear blue of night. Tonight the moon rose about the same time, but in the right-hand window.

By Tuesday night, I won't see it at all from our bedroom.