I didn't make a picture of the moon tonight, but I saw it... and pointed it out to Steve.  Although it's a waxing crescent moon, we could see the faint whole of it, round and almost bright there in the western evening sky.  That object close by it was the planet Venus.

I went home from noticing this remarkable moon after having dinner with Jonathan, Margaret, Steve, Avima, and Jamie, and I searched among my journals until I found a little poem I wrote quickly on such as night as this a long time ago.   It was March 19, 1992, and I remember...

Let's stand by the rail and watch the moon set
full, etched silver on the black watercolor universe.
Tomorrow won't be held back
by anything we say tonight.