This is one of those uncommon months with two new Moons—on March 1 and March 30. There were two in January also, and none in February.
This is of no more than idle interest, unless like me here on the island, with these wonderful horizons, one is a dedicated seeker of very young and very old Moons. I have recruited my friend Dwight into the hobby. As the Moon approached the Sun on the morning of February 26, he thrilled to the exquisite conjunction of Venus and the lunar crescent. "Just inches apart," he said.
This past Sunday, the Moon was 34 hours old, as thin as an eyelash, as thin as the paring of a nail. We watched, atwitter.
What's the point?
There is no point.
That's the point.
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.