The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night declares knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard; yet their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. (Psalm 19: 1-4)

At five the old moon was a buttery sliver hanging behind darkened trees. A half-hour later it was sharp white against a brightening sky.

Venus shone brilliant above. To the right stretched Scorpio pointing to my own great horse of stars. I cannot find the horse on any star chart, but to my eyes it prances proudly through the southeastern sky.

At six the moon was still climbing, silver in the soft blue sky. Then it was gone, lost in the sun's light rising rosy at the horizon. Welcome to a new day.

Above is a photograph of the waning moon from Utah Skies.