To add to end-of-the-semester craziness, the Central, New York moon is full and lighting the night sky with all its lunar looniness. We can rely on this cycle, because moon phases are as predictable, and life-altering, as the seasons. The little kids at Brown used to call me, "Mr. Moonbeam," and because of this I've always felt an affinity with the great, nightly orb. Right now, it's large in the sky and worth a look out the window. Such routine is a reason to be happy.
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