It is not knowledge or memory, from what I remember.
Because I have more to learn and less to forget, I cannot consider myself wise or even clever.
How dare I flatter myself.
I simply cannot know as much as the next person, certainly when it comes to personal perspective.
My imperfect insight wanes when it is most required. This diminished capacity of even my most brilliant thoughts cannot even serve as a reminder; how forgetful of me.
How can I say I own a lifetime of experience while I am still living and have so much more to endure.
I believe, and I say this with as much reservation as anticipation, there is so much more to my presence than even I can imagine.
It is as humbling as it is haunting, because who really knows what another day may bring.
One never learns things that were as important as yesterday.
It is the early morning when you are permitted to glance at what has happened overnight as it offers a slight acknowledgement of what is still to come.
6:17 a.m., just as expected, I was fortunate to see the zenith of Luna’s brightness. There, through the haze (or misplaced stardust), was the most pleasing sight.
Will wonders never cease?
Of course, I smiled.
And I without my camera.
Before, so many times, I have gazed up into the darkness, and many times I’ve been able to capture the moment. Today, with only a sketchbook, pencils and pastels, I was able to quickly etch out my impression of what this synodic month is all about.
Every 29.53 days you are given this exact opportunity.
It is not knowledge or memory, from what I remember. 
