A solitary figure stands silently gazing skyward a cryptic smile crosses his lips as mother moon deftly slips among the fleeing storm clouds. 

The sounds of distant traffic form a modern symphony, a skyward gaze with a cryptic smile, mother moon deftly slips among the fleeing storm clouds. 

A future version gazes upward wondering how many stood here before him lost in thought, as mother moon deftly slips among the fleeing storm clouds…

A cryptic smile…

In honor of 2025’s first full moon…