Sawing? Was someone cutting or sawing something?
Happened again an hour later, waking me.
I had to look.
Oooh. Someone was scraping their car's front windshield. Frost. Scrapping the thin ice from the glass, on this brisk early autumnal morning. Before heading to their workplace.
I returned to my warm bed.
But not before noting a waning crescent Moon low in the east hung in a dark velvet sky.
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Headin' toward the new Moon phase... Hopefully we'll get some more clear weather.
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