Moon in Its First Quarter

"Outside the barred window, the sky was thick with stars, and the moon, in its first quarter, was rising behind the mountains. Poets loved the full moon, they wrote thousands of poems about it, but it was the new moon that Veronika loved best because there was still room for it to grow, to expand, to fill the whole of its surface with light before its inevitable decline."
[VERONICKA DECIDES TO DIE; by Paulo Coelho]
(From Ahmed Hammad, Lahore)