I'm still walking long before sunrise. Even though the temperatures are cooling a bit, that hour before the sun transforms the day with its power still draws me. There is no experience like feeling the wisps of a spider's work strung across the sidewalk, work that has been undisturbed because no human presence has walked that way in hours. But this morning, the glory of the hour was the call was the moon. As I looked at the near-harvest moon, I thought -- wait, maybe this beauty is not as far away as we think it is. Here I stand, on the back landing of my home, with a tiny…