At first, I feared December would find the Muses on hiatus, particularly Urania, barred from her earthbound devotees due to the increased nimbostratus activity that the month is typically guilty of. But Quadrature Luna, she of gentler tides, has been a fetching sight these past few nights through gaps in the sportive clouds of Autumn's final weeks. Urania and Luna were often in cahoots. Luna in actinic skirmish with the playful mist as Urania inveigled Orion to rise theatrically in the east, as if the old boy were engaged in a boundless frolic with our coquettish satellite as she strove westward.
I marveled at the glorious sweep of it all and then thought, pocked as she is, that she could do better.