Wednesday – “nine-eleven” – was a beautiful day here with clear blue skies of the type that occurred that fateful day 19 years ago. At 11 a.m. on last week’s nine-eleven, this waning gibbous moon was rising high over Great Cove:
Perhaps we should interpret it as a reminder that some wonderful things never stop being wonderful, even during terrible times.
As you probably know, the moon is “waning” when the reflected light that enables us to see it is lessening; the full moon is starting to disappear from our view and we only see part of it. It becomes “gibbous” (from the Latin word for humpbacked) when the parts that we do see become humped and distorted – less than the full circle of the moon, but more than a quarter of it. (Brooklin, Maine)