Corn Moon

Darkness arrives earlier, soft and quieting. We light the flameless candles and open some blinds to marvel at the gloom. The air is filled with a wet, cloudy scent. I’ve been waking before dawn all week, the smell of water tickling my nose. There was one morning of soft rain and rare lightning, brief, small weather theater. Each morning, I hope for a repeat performance.

Now, at dusk, the clouds adopt colors: pink and orange. My husband describes them to me from where he stands at the window. A kitten takes his place at the window as we settle down for bed. Stationed on the windowsill, this ilurian watchman will behold for us the dark enchantments of an autumnal sky. The dog in the yard behind ours barks, causing the watchman to cringe.

Last night the moon was full. I crept to the window after bed, hoping to catch sight. The corn moon. I expected it to be orange or red, but it was clean and white, radiantly bright. I felt washed by its illumination. I’ll be asleep before moonrise tonight. My husband coughs. My turn to cringe, and the watchman is gone.

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