Here’s Saturday afternoon in the palm of my hand.
Here’s what I also discovered that night, as I poured a quart of water to douse our campfire for the night: the half-full moon shone brilliantly — astoundingly bright — as if a full moon over a fresh snowfall.
Am I crazy? Or has the lack of emissions already brightened this celestial beauty? I stood there, for the longest time, wondering.
Isn’t this what we’re all doing these days? Simply wondering….