The crescent moon is lying on her belly tonight, like a bright boat on a dark sea, or a Cheshire Cat grin. I feel as if she’s laughing at me. I suppose I must be pretty funny to the moon. She’s seen it all so many times before. Every life is the same play with different actors, and the moon knows how it goes. Oh, says the moon, you’re at that part. Ha ha. Hee hee. Ho ho.