“Reunion Moon”
“The moon was just past full now. It sat, like a glowing cue ball, on a mat of black velvet, surrounded by what looked to be a ring of irregularly peaky meringue. Like thick, beaten egg whites, the cloudy ring rose here and sank there, forming little valleys and prominences in its progression around the moon. Then suddenly something changed, and the back portion of the meringue got illuminated by moonlight and showed itself to be a cherub with wooly hair and open mouth, holding out a shadowed arm to grasp the moon.”