The Moon sat on the leaves of a tree.

Last night's Moon emerged from out of a mist bank. 

She totally caught us by surprise, and radiated that warm orange glow that only the Moon knows how to do.

We sat and gazed, and Moon bathed, and  dreamed of past lunations. All those many  Moon rises, lifting out of rock, trees, salt water and earth. 

Not forgetting the eclipses, both lunar and solar,  who could ever get tired of seeing those.

Tonight's Moon was no exception, as always a welcome old friend.