And there she is, rising with all her glory and peering through the veils of cloud. She watches carefully and swallows your eye. It’s like she’s calling. As if inviting you to climb the rugged edges of these clouds and reach her. And then she moves on. Up into the thick of the veil. Out of your eyes. But not gone. Leaving behind pockets of warm moonlight, painted on the clouds of an overcast night.