I spied her my first night at the cabin, a slender crecent rising from the east, hours before dawn.
While flowing through some yoga poses on the deck in the morning, I caught her hovering above me in all that impossible blue. I took her cue, moved into a forward bend and held it, mimicking the elegance of her C-like curve with my spine.
She was present in her absence that night as she allowed the stars to take center stage and dazzle against an ink-black sky.
She's waning, sharing less of herself with each passing day.
So am I.