Driving home from an exquisite meal at Hartstone Inn tonight, pleasantly full and happy, we looked out the window and there's the new moon, low and bright in the western sky, a big white bowl full of sky. And to the right of this bright crescent hangs shining Venus, the Evening Star, the candle at the table.

Night sky's a banquet.
Main course: the young crescent moon,
side order of stars.