The moon can be such a mystery to me. Between the often cloudy skies in Vermont, my unconsciousness and it not being very visible on clear days, I find it challenging to remember where the moon “should” be. Even when I know roughly when and where to look for it, it often remains illusive. Early this evening, if clear, it might look something like this in the Western sky as it sets. La Luna is that much more special when it does reveal itself like this.