The moon was smaller tonight

The Moon had never looked so small.  The sun lit it from far below the horizon, creating a crescent of mottled white.  The rest of the sphere lay in shadow, though it still glowed just barely brighter than the black space beyond, bathed in the dim blue earthlight reflected by our planet.  It hung suspended in the sky, so crystal clear in the still night air it seemed to be only a few feet above rather than thousands of miles.  Every crater was so clear and detailed that it appeared a delicate and fragile thing.  I worried that a careless bird or even a sudden wind might dislodge it and send it spinning away helplessly into the stars or worse, to fall and shatter on the ground.

The Moon remained silent, continuing on above heedless of the danger.  I stood in shivering vigil for several minutes both to assure myself of its safety and should disaster strike, to catch one last glimpse before it was lost forever.  Eventually I was forced by the cold to return home, leaving the Moon to whatever fate awaited it.