July 20, 4:28 a.m. Crescent Moon in Omaha, Nebraska, 2017.
What a plucky crescent moon it was that rose with such deliberate determination yesterday morning from the black pit of despair known as Iowa, pushing past great cloud-clots trying to smother it, dodging lightning bolts trying to electrocute it. And climbing, ascending … rising. Slipping past the Pleiades, headed for Aldebaran.
Now, some of you may point to a certain song claiming the moon to be a harsh mistress. Permit me to disagree, if I may. I propose the moon is the gentlest lover you may ever encounter. Temperamental? A little. But who isn’t these days?
Yours Truly,
Just Another Electron Orbiting Omaha
Watch Linda Ronstadt “The Moon is a Harsh Mistress” on YouTube!