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As it happens every weekday, I'm up at the Gods-awful butt crack before dawn, driving up 280 through "light" industrial Hel to get to work when I look up and barely over the tree-line in the distance is a waning moon, in a dark rust (or blood) red. Damn! Then 15 minutes later as I exit Rainbow Foods in Roseville, that same waning moon is up about 30 degrees and is a pale apricot, golden color.

Hmmm.... now I'm a technology age babe. I understand reflected light and color refraction (just don't expect me to EXPLAIN it clearly. :-D). But the awe and wonder I felt at those two different faces within a half hour period isn't diminished by scientific understanding. So this, then, is magic.

And of course, me being me, you knew there had to be a haiku in there somewhere. Actually two, since they're not really stand alones.


Hanging low...rust-red
The waning moon skims treetops
Inspiring wonder.


Just minutes later...
She reveals an altered face
Changeable nature.