What do you do with a moon?

   Driving home yesterday, in the late evening, I saw the moon in its absolute glory, round and orange and glowing.  The sight of it made me sad.  One if those moments in time came to me----of my mother calling me one evening to say that she could see the moon from her window and it was beautiful.  She said she didn't know if I was beyond the stage of looking at the moon, but she had to tell me.  My kids were still small, and I was much younger then, but I remember feeling sorrow for some yet unknown reason.