Full Moon Swung to the South

 Making coffee this morning consisted of turning on the electric kettle, then realizing I should just drink the ample leftover coffee from yesterday, so I reheated it in the microwave, fumbling with the invisible buttons in the dark from memory and managing to do just about everything except heat up the coffee.

During my brief time at the kitchen window, I noticed the glow at the edge of the window frame. Leaning over the sink I saw the just-past-full moon over the rooftop of the building, sitting far the south of where I'd been accustomed to see it. 

This is how it works, of course. In summer when the sun is furthest north, and highest in the sky, the full moon will be just the opposite---low in the sky, and to the south. A vice versa in winter, when the full moon rides high in the sky, as if taking a spin along the path of the absent summer sun.

I know all this in my mind, but there is something startling about seeing it for real, I time I do. Such is the way it works, the wonder of knowing and the reality of seeing it.