Weird how having your camera on you at all times of the day can lead to magic.
A friend and I biked around my lamp post-less neighborhood, and it was getting too close for comfort to nighttime. Being the paranoid type, I kept looking up at the sky, hoping we would be back in time.
As we neared to the safety of my house, I looked up one last time: The sky was smeared in periwinkle paint and a smiling moon was hanging all by itself.
It was perfect moonlight, the one Beethoven must have saw when he composed his sonata or Glenn Miller his serenade. No sun or star could compare in a million years, and I caught it. With one snap of the ol’ pointnshoot, I kept that moon forever.
As I listen to Miller’s 1939 hit on repeat, I look at my forever moon.
*La la doo doo doo la la*