Three wondrous nights. Effects of moon, clouds, stars, and night-sheen,
never surpass'd. I am out every night, enjoying all. The sunset begins
it. (I have said already how long evening lingers here.) The moon, an
hour high just after eight, is past her half, and looks somehow more
like a human face up there than ever before. As it grows later, we have
such gorgeous and broad cloud-effects, with Luna's tawny halos,
silver edgings--great fleeces, depths of blue-black in patches, and
occasionally long, low bars hanging silently a while, and then gray
bulging masses rolling along stately, sometimes in long procession.
The moon travels in Scorpion to-night, and dims all the stars of that
constellation except fiery Antares, who keeps on shining just to the big
one's side.