The moon was hanging from the star El Nath.

A pendant: a tiny diamond, and a marvelous opal.

The crescent of the opal reflecting the sun, the dark reflecting the light from earth, which is also sun’s light tinted blue. Reflection of reflection.

Last night, I carried binoculars and could see the left horn of the moon broken into beads of light, black white black white, and the right side had wispy whiskers. The border of the crescent showing the topography, the craters on the moon’s surface.

All this to the rhythms of a frog--a species with a whirrrr voice--and so many chuck-wills-widows, singing for mates. In a couple of weeks they’ll be silent, busy with nesting and more careful not to give away their locations.

Last night though, they wanted to be heard.

In the time of my walk, the moon had moved east relative to the star, breaking the pendant. Nothing stays still. I suppose though the moon will be visiting El Nath again in about a month.

Much as I like the city, it is good to be home.