My birthday was the other day (May 5) and D and I walked up the hill to the big park at the top. We sat on the benches and waited for the moon to rise. It was a beautiful evening, a little chilly, a little cloudy, but relatively still. We could hear birds and people talking on the side streets. We could hear 4 men and their dog, soon to be our companions on the wait, walking around the periphery of the field below us.
We waited some time for that first glimpse. The streetlights and the house lights came on, and then the moon finally made its appearance. It was so amazingly beautiful, orange and brilliantly lit. Our camera doesn't take the best photos without a tripod but this is the best I could do while holding my breath.
|do you see it in the trees?|
(Oh, the book part of the post: There was a fine stack of books on the bedside table: Insurgent, Cold Cereal, Caddy's World, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe, and a DVD pack of the old Dark Shadows. It was a Saturday and I could sleep in on Sunday; I wanted so much to read all night long and was asleep before Red Green was over.)