Dear Eric, I saw the largest moon ever rise huge bright yellow, sailing where it cared to: up Orion's Belt, over where the stars peak in their wheeling, down to the tops of oak and maple above your house. You slept. Those who dreamt of you that night stood at the window. Vapors from your deep breathing slipped under the door and climbed the trees on their way to the moon. Silent blinding white now, it took all away past the low hills close by. Witness