The crescent moon lounges in the eastern sky this morning, as unaware of its beauty as some cynosure actress in a roomful of wannabes. What is beautiful is not 'beautiful.'
Riding higher as the sun edges closer, the morning star looks positively phony in its brightness ... so big and bright that it might have been concocted by a high school student painting mediocre backdrops for the drama-club production.
Wake up, night!
Wake up, day!
Time to wake up.