"I woke up feeling wiped out. God knows
where I've been all night, but my feet hurt.
Outside my window, a phenomenon is taking place.
The sun and moon hang side-by-side over the water.
Two sides of the same coin. I climb from bed
slowly, much as an old man might maneuver
from his musty bed in midwinter, finding it difficult
for a moment even to make water! I tell myself
this has to be a temporary condition.
In a few years, no problem. But when I look out
the window again, there's a sudden swoop of feeling.
Once more I'm arrested with the beauty of this place.
I was lying if I ever said anything to the contrary.
I move closer to the glass and see it's happened
between this thought and that. The moon
is gone. Set, at last."

Raymond Carver