Everyone’s talking about the moon last night. Sarah’s mom called as she and Sarah’s sisters were driving back to Ohio, just to tell us to look at it. Georgina wrote an LJ entry about it. Sarah and I saw it as we were walking around the UVM campus, appreciating the constantly changing display of beauty around us – the darkening eastern sky as the sun went down in the west, and a lone pink cloud; the Green Mountains looking gray-blue on the horizon; the eerie cool and quiet and white light of morning, but in the evening. We shared communion (a red apple Sarah found in her backpack) and talked about holy, earthy things. As we walked out from behind a building, there, rising big and yellow from behind Mt. Mansfield, was the moon, totally unexpected. It followed us the whole way home.

The wisest man preaches no doctrines; he has no scheme; he sees no rafter, not even a cobweb, against the heavens. It is clear sky.

– Henry Thoreau