The full moon worked its way through the clouds Monday evening until it finally freed itself from their grasp. Although, every so often, a wisp or two of cloud would try to latch on and drag the moon back down to the horizon. I knew their effort was doomed to fail because I've seen this play before. The moon always finds its way, somehow, across the sky from East to West - even when we're not watching. It's not until the moon has completed its journey across the sky that it willingly allows itself to float back down, until it feels called to make the circuit again.