There is a hill near my home that I often climb at night.
The noise of the city is a far-off murmur.
In the hush of dark I share the cheerfulness of crickets and the confidence of owls.
But it is the drama of the moonrise that I come to see.
For that restores in me a quiet and clarity that the city spends too freely.
From this hill I have watched many moons rise.
Each one had its own mood.
There have been broad, confident harvest moons in autumn;
shy, misty moons in spring;
lonely, white winter moons rising into the utter silence of an ink-black sky
and smoke-smudged orange moons over the dry fields of summer.
Each, like fine music, excited my heart and then calmed my soul.
But we, who live indoors, have lost contact with the moon.
The glare of street lights and the dust of pollution veil the night sky.
Though men have walked on the moon, it grows less familiar.
Few of us can say what time the moon will rise tonight.
Still, it tugs at our minds.
If we unexpectedly encounter the full moon, huge and yellow over the horizon,
we are helpless but to stare back at its commanding presence.
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