Its the weekend.
We've had some fairly intense thunderstorms up here over the last few days. Last night the skies cleared and the moon came out, and then hid for awhile and then finalizing the passive aggressive outburst, she'd finally had enough and completely cleared the sky.
The heavens belong to the moon damn it!
I lay on the couch and watched the hop skotch, dodgeball action above. Eventually the moon stood down, falling over the western horizon sometime after last call. By that time the sky was already growing rose to the east and by 4 am it was fully light. This time of year sunset and dawn are long drawn out affairs. The sun taking its sweet time doing the whole rise and shine drill. Later the same star seems equally reluctant to give up claim to front and center, clear the stage, and make way for the moon. We are in our season of light, 19 hours of daylight, and hours upon hours of twilight. Such is the Northern way.
I am sure the sun and the moon have shared custody of sky, that there are endless jealousy issues, and that all the other planets are sick of it. But ground bound, I don't mind their battles.
It makes for peaceful viewing from a Friday night couch, serenaded by Coyotes, and hoot owls, and by the faintest hush, that reassuring breeze caressing the bull pines.
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