“The sun is beginning its slow climb into the sky. The dome overhead that only moments ago was the color of ash and soot is now a gradient from violet down to light aqua. The stars begin to lose their shine in conflict with the increasing day glow; only a few remain. And the Moon, oh glorious Moon; she looms half lit directly above head. She is hope. She is mystery and discovery. She is the alchemist and the observer. Lovely Moon, the way you tug and push at our emotional waves, you show us the way…”