“Moon, wet?” Milo asked. We were on our way to work yesterday under clear dark skies, a novelty after weeks of rain. We had just passed some horses for whom we routinely feel sorry when they’re standing out in the weather, and maybe that was the connection in Milo’s mind with the moon being wet. It’s a good question. But no, Milo, the moon is very dry, way up above the wet clouds. “Moon, dry” he intones. That’s right, you’ve got it.