The moon is a good time no matter what time of day or night you see it.
It is my favorite spherical object. It is like the little black dress of the landscape.
Here is a moon that is part Yin-yang of the landscape.
It is very zen.
It is an excellent feeling of moon.
Here is a moon that is sloppy. It is at the edge of a neighborhood like a passed-out drunk.
It is also an excellent feeling of moon.
Here is a moon that is melancholy.
It is a weary jungle moon. A hidden landscape heaves and struggles beneath it. Howler monkeys call to each other in the suffocating canopy as the moon looks down on them.
It is totally an excellent feeling of moon.
Then there are the day moons.
Here is a wildflower day moon that is like a secretly-depressing suburban cookout where everyone is in therapy and hiding it from each other.
It is a “normal as pastiche” moon. Yet somehow this moon is fancy and great anyway, even with all these other people’s problems impinging on your problems.
Here is a moon that is like a person who listens only.
The tree branch is the one speaking thing the one moon is listening to.
This is a deep-thinking moon.
Here is a desert afternoon moon.
It is very heated and slinky.
It is doing what it wants above the cooktop of the desert. It is crying the blue out that is skying above us, or is vomiting blue out because it has heat exhaustion.
This is a perfect moon.
Sometimes a day or night moon looks blurry. Like it has an illness because it is shivering its light.
But this moon is moving shaky because it is playing a joke on us.
We are not laughing, but this is funny.
We are very lucky because all moons, even funny moons, know that they are too good not to share themselves.
We are very lucky that every moon is perfect.
Even sunset moons, which are both day and night moons, are perfect.