When I went downstairs to get my coffee, I happened to look out the front window and see a crescent moon hanging in the sky. It was 7:24:18 a.m. central time. Twenty-seven seconds later, the moon disappeared.
The sky was still light, still beautiful, just poignantly lacking any trace of the moon.
Nice picture, Celia. I always enjoy seeing pictures of the moon; there is something so magical about it. As a young kid, I would day-dream about it some, and, when NASA successfully landed men on the moon in 1969, my entire family watched the event live on TV. It was a Sunday night, around 8:30pm . . . .
The moon has inspired people to offer homage to it in poems, songs, paintings, and of course photos! Thank you for sharing.