The snow and frost on the hills in the distance are painted with a faint pink hue. The sun is about to set. While the sky is still blue with pink on the horizon, the moon is out. The moon has been in the sky for hours. I see it above a tree.
I crane my neck up to look at the moon and think about all the joy that seeing the moon in the daytime brings. The daytime moon is always a surprise. I never look for the moon during the day, but I sometimes notice it and smile. With a child-like playfulness, I think to myself “the moon shouldn’t be out in the day!” But it often is. I can’t explain why the moon is sometimes visible in the day.
From not knowing why the moon sometimes comes out in the day emerges a feeling that sparks my sense of wonder.
