Saturday's near-full Worm Moonrise, viewed from the mountains, was glorious and otherworldly: after all, it was warm enough to maintain thick, but movable cloud cover that changed the entire landscape every few seconds.

It's a trick comment: the Moon is always glorious, especially when we don't see it.

When the temperature dropped, and the clouds dissipated, the perfectly visible Man-on-the-Moon lit our way as we descended back into town.

And now: sleep.