Saturday night, we climbed to the top of a nearby hill to face the Super Moon.
Nothing between us but a valley and a bit of the lake.
I wish we'd arrived in time to catch its arrival, when it first poked its orange face up above the horizon.
I wish I'd remembered my tripod.
I wish I could have stayed there all night.
Moon glow reaches out,
touches my shoulder,
reassures me that even when darkness falls,
the sun is still shining.
(Hours later, at its peak.)