The lunar orb waxes and wanes.
When it's just before or after new it's called a skinny moon.
Things keep changing, the full moon is just a memory.
An on-line photo gallery.
New faces, some old faces. No one I really know.
Then another view, and it is her.
It has been a tough year.
Now she has her place in the sun- for a day.
Playing hooky- for a day.
Party till late.
Another shot, at an outdoor cafe.
There she is again.
With an orange soda, not a beer.
It may mean nothing.
I don't know her. Really.
But I'll take it as a good sign.
The skinny moon after the new.
It will be alright.