By day the moon is a pale, blue, swelling bigger with each day that passes and we wait, excited and hoping for clear skies.
The moon stalks Elmo as he sits on a high rock, bathing in the light of the setting sun. It is cold. The ice of the moon holds sway. In the morning it will have painted the world white with crystals of frost again.
At night the patterns of the moon are clearer, what is translucent and pale by day becomes patterned with white and gray. A hare on the moon.