I don't have a camera capable of capturing what would not be all that arresting an image anyway, so ... there is no photo to go with this post. But, I just came in from walking the dog. To the west, the sky is clear as a bell: full moon, Orion in his proper place, just one jet trail skirting through Ursa Major, but otherwise, a sky unmarred. In the east, I saw the morning star, but only as a headlight through fog, the broad streaks of the outer bands of Sandy filling half the sky. Yes, Sandy. It is not the sight, but knowing whence those bands have come, and knowing: this is Iowa, west of the Mississippi. Lord, have mercy on folks in the eastern US, all of them, in Jesus' name.