The moon waned hugging the farside tightly under its ribs.
Is it painful to do that? She asked.
It hurts to change but exhilarating. I defy staying in the old. The moon answered in its serene pale composure.
She nodded. The white half of the moon landed on the top of her hair, glistening, caressing, whispering… the new moon, a new day… and a new morning for you. She blinked once, looked up, and grinned wide.
The sunlight scattered the moon among the clouds. A new morning… she whispered to herself. A new morning.