Early morning, the white moon loomed largely in front of our living room window. 30 minutes later it traveled to the kitchen window, and changed to a deep orange, as the sun took over the sky. I could have stood in front of the kitchen sink for hours, charting the moon’s course till it disappeared into the distance. Then I wondered who would be the next person to see the moon in it all its glory and in what country they’d be in. Of course I could just look at a map for this, but I’m glad you bore with me at least till the end of this paragraph. THE END.