we are driving to the hall. it is late and the sky is clear. we drive over the crest of the hill, and the horizon stretches out before us.

at the exact same time, we let out exclamations of surprise and wonder.

the moon is hanging low in the sky, a huge ball of deep, dark orange. it is a breathtaking sight.

i turn to him and ask, "did you bring the camera?" just as he says, "i want to take a picture of that."

we set up the tripod on the sidewalk, our breath steaming into the breeze as we take the pictures with a telephoto lens.

it is my birthday.