Tonight I drove home with my mouth agape staring at the moon; trees streamed by, blocked my view as I ducked and searched–where is the moon?!
A champagne moon spilled out on its side, close enough to touch.
And the tree I've been admiring each night of class, in her bare beauty, was clothed in beautiful pink blossoms tonight. She looked alive. I like her bare and also in full dress.
What a beautiful night. The air feels fresh. The streets are empty and class was quite satisfying.