by joetwo

The crescent moon hangs majestically in the sky

A thin arc of pale white light that still manages to outshine all but the brightest stars

But that is not all

There is more visible

The arc envelops a circle of deep dark

Flecked with red, the pale ghost-like Earthlight

Its presence adds substance to the moonlight

A constant reminder of the physical facts of the cosmos

That above our heads is a whole world

As solid and as real as the very ground below our feet.