This Moon, Is It The Same Where You Are?

Is the sky this kind of blue without a name, something between a midnight blue and a cornflower blue that seems like it will never get dark?  Is the moon as big and orangey-pink, with a faint purple aura shimmering around it?  And does it hang there, hardly moving, and yet impossibly creep up into that line of cloud and then an instant later emerge out the top of the cloud faster than it should be able to move?  Can you see it reflected on the water where you are, divided into two broken orange blobs on the rippling surface?  Does the air smell like salt, and like the beach roses blooming below the window?  Are there men walking on the bridge with fishing poles, holding cigarettes and hoping to catch the first stripers of the summer?  Has the sun even set where you are, way up there?  Are you looking out on the water, thinking of me?