Chasing the Moon

Last night I tried chasing the moon.  It was so beautiful:  a pale orange, hanging low, low in the sky.  I could see just a part of it, the rest obscured by trees and a cloudlet, so I drove and drove in pursuit of the moon, hoping to see it whole.  But no matter what twists and turns my route took, the moon eluded me, so at last I turned my car toward home, and told myself to be grateful that I had seen as much of the moon as I had.  I will never forget it glowing there just beyond the tree tops, huge and luminous and an otherworldly orange.