Have You Seen the Moon in June?

Late sunset over spiked evergreen silhouettes on the mountain was not as striking as certain jaw-dropping exemplars one gets to witness in the greater Pacific Northwest, but the wispy clouds and soft breeze on the balcony made my late-evening Russian-English translation a relaxing-enough experience. 

Then it appeared. 

Or, should I say, disappeared.  The moon lay hidden beneath a cloud as the latter moved continually, forming anthropomorphic and fantastical patterns.

And soon after--silence.