Nocturne sounds to me first and foremost like a piece of music. However, there\’s no way I can haul along a piano on a bicycle ride.

This wasn\’t truly a nocturnal ride; it was nearing dawn. But it was still dark enough for the rising old crescent moon to be gorgeous.

When I first spotted it, the moon was low in the sky; just above treetop level. It was a beautiful orange color; and I kept stealing glances at it as much as I could. Tomorrow morning the moon might be too low for me to be able to see it; so it will be at least a month before I get a chance for such a sight again.

Come to think of it, I might not see the moon like that again until Fall. It gets light earlier and earlier, which will wash out the moon. That\’s no nocturne!

But in a couple of weeks I\’ll have the chance to see the moon at the full. I hope the weather will be clear that morning!