And . . .
The moon was just a sliver in the Eastern sky as I rode toward Downtown. It was beautiful. I pulled over to try and get a photo. As I'm trying to make the a photo, a guy comes out of the house I'm parked in front of. He has shoes in his hands and starts pounding them together like I would if I was trying to get mud off the soles. He notices me and stops. He stares at me. I point toward the sky, "The Moon," I yell. He laughed, shook his head, gave his shoes a couple more pounds, and then went back in. It's moments like these when I'm particularly glad I ride to work.
The photo? I suspected none of them would turn out. I was right. It was too dark and I didn't have the right camera and . . . and . . . and . . .
Here's the best of them.
It's blurry and the moon is little more than a smudge. Today the reward was in the process not the product. Most things are.
- 41F/5C and clear for the ride to work.
- 63F/17C and clear for the home ride.