It’s my turn to pull the early shift today, which means I get to see the sun rise this morning.
It also means that I get to see the full moon on its way down the Western sky, a brilliant white orb in a that part of the sky that’s still dark, though the Eastern horizon was on fire.
(Did anyone see the conjunction of the moon and Mars the other night? And could the skies over Los Angeles be any clearer the last few days?)
There isn’t a cloud in the sky, it’s already warming up out there, and the dull roar of the freeway was oddly comforting as I walked my dogs around the dewy grass in the back yard. The birds haven’t even woken up, yet.
And now . . . coffee and toast.
