The moon looks much more business-like in the morning, doesn't she. That flirty girl with the bright cream-colored dress at the party last night has now taken a shower, put up her hair and is off to work moving the tides and generally keeping track of Earth. Lovely shot.
None of the ideas expressed above are actually mine. They are told to me by Luthor and Ferdinand, the five inch tall space aliens who live under my desk. In return for these ideas, I have given them permission to eat any dust bunnies they may find under there.