Moonlight

   One night near the end of her years of looking at the night sky, my mother called me up, almost apologetically asking if I would look at what she described was a most beautiful moon. She thought I might be beyond appreciating the moon, so typically  a romantic setting. Of course I said I'd look, and did, agreeing with her from my house to hers. The moon that night was brighter and more colorful than tonight's, but I recall that she saw its beauty and needed to share it.