As I walked Penne in the semi-darkness soon after 6:00 a.m. today I paused to watch the first morning flight from SRQ airport, as the plane first flew east, and then made a huge turn, first to fly west, and then north.
As I looked into the western sky I forgot the plane and began to enjoy the almost full moon in the western sky.
The moon was shining bright in a gap between the clouds. It was lovely, so very lovely. (Isn't it so great that the bright shining of an almost full moon (or a full moon) still evokes delight.
This morning there was a bonus. As I gazed west I saw a shooting star (or maybe a meteor). It evoked more than delight: - for a second or two I was filled with wonder; a great antidote to my sometimes jaded view of life.