Orb It's what they call a harvest moon although the harvest is pretty much over now. Round and orange and plump just sitting way up there in the November sky, marbled silence all alone not really shining more like a shadowed globe. These days I feel like that full of things to say yet isolated in the stillness shaded by loss and brightened by small joys, no more a fireworks display but a steady glow with just enough watts to find my way. --- --- Judi Van Gorder