There's a beautiful cream-colored crescent moon out tonight. Made me think of this poem that I learned when I was little:
The Moon's the North Wind's cookieInstruction sessions have wound down. Life at work is quite a bit saner. Gee, maybe I'll even start blogging again!
He bites it, day by day
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is the baker
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that ...
greedy.... North.... Wind ....eats....again!
by Vachel Lindsay