It's just the moon...

When I was a small child, still in a crib, I used the stand and look at the moon when I should have been sleeping.

She (in Waxing Gibbous phase) really is looking beautiful tonight - dodging between the clouds.

p.s. Dave, I hope you can see this better than you could last night. Can you see the poodle now? ;)


THE SADNESS OF THE MOON by Charles Baudelaire

THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.

Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.

And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,

Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.