This is my favorite time of year for watching the moon, and the mild air adds to the pleasure of sitting outdoors. Last night, thin clouds again drifted across the sky like diaphanous strips of silk. In the soft late spring glow, the few objects picked out by the direct rays of moonlight that filtered through the trees were barely brighter than those in shadow. While the shadows cast in winter's high, bright moon are sharp and brittle, icy as winter air, those of a brief June night blend imperceptibly into their surroundings. The moon of late spring is an impressionist, painting the night with pale shades that shift and glimmer as we gaze, making the world seem as insubstantial as a dream.