A blood-red ribbon of a sunset wove through the trees on the horizon, but was barely detectable through the camera. This is how the new Moon--in Cancer--announced its arrival.

Women know these things.

Soon, darkness shrouded the mountains, though patchy clouds remained visible long after the Sun disappeared.

And for the first time in a long time, I've decided to do a bit of studying at a reasonable hour--a glass of red wine in hand (deeper, though more muted than the sunset)--but even my textbook told me of the Moon.

The latter chose to remain concealed.

For now.