The moon was rising tonight as I headed home from the gym, rising behind low clouds so that its broad orange face was distorted by hazy bands. You couldn't even tell how full it was--just one big blur of light glowing above the horizon, irradiating the obscuring clouds. A bit bleary, as if rising full three nights in a row was a bit much for it, a little too much partying for our reflective satellite.

It's hard to believe
that radiant orb gives off
no light of its own.