I awoke early on Sunday morning.
Well, I awake early every morning, but on Sunday morning, I decided that an early walk would be nice. I could see the sun rise.
When I walked out my front door, I turned west first. Above me, still high in the brightening sky, was the almost-full moon. I set out to watch the sun rise, but instead I watched the moon set.
A reminder that every end is a beginning, every beginning an end.