There was a hazy moon in the dark sky tonight. I noticed it earlier this evening when I was returning home after a day at work. And I saw it last night, too. But each time, when I checked for it later, the haze was nowhere to be seen. Only a brilliant moon remained. All alone with me.
From where I sit now in my warm house, in a chair at a desk tapping on this keyboard, the night seems to be so deeply quiet, as if it’s there but invisible under a blanket of silence.
And yesterday I came upon a book designer’s cover for Joyce’s great « Ulysses. » The lettering looked like this: UlYssES
Like hazy moonlight and the night, yes is always there.