I came out of the seder, and the moon was full behind a bank of patchy charcoal clouds, the rim of it just showing above the center of them, crowned with rays of soft shimmery golden light. It gilded each cloud, bright edges against their inner darkness, and lit up the misty sky. It reminded me of summer solstice two years ago at the farm, when the full moon rose hot and yellow from the trees, a shadow sunrise. I lay in my sleeping bag in the back of my truck, watching it cool to silver as it climbed, but still bright as daylight, casting hard-edged shadows and lighting up the clouds. I watched and watched them, every detail, as they drifted and shapeshifted all night long.
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