Yet another update on the moon:

As I sat outside, smoking a cig-- appropriately, on Cig Isle-- I observed the moon hanging in the sky, a bright white overinflated football.
Earlier, it was a soft, pale, opaque yellow. It glowed lopsidedly, hanging like an awkward hat on a hat rack, shedding shimmery light-- a dying glowstick in the morning.

My moon.

La lune est tres, tres joli ce soir!

It is very round, bright, and defined.
A voluptuous moon.