Toward the end of Full Moon the astronauts are descending onto our immense sphere of blue, white, green and brown, delicious with color, in marked contrast to the blacks and grays of the world they've just broached and left. We descend, too, all the way down. The window of the delta-shaped command module eventually yields a view of red-and-white parachutes above, then a choppy sea. We are bobbing in the water, home. The journey is over. Were we really there? It seems too unreal. Yes, we did it; it was real; we were there. And now everything has changed.
Michael Light discusses and signs copies of Full Moon at 7 p.m. Wednesday, Dec. 1, at Left Bank Books, 399 N. Euclid. Call 367-6731 for information.