The Half Moon

I step out of my garage tonight into the cool evening to let Nala do her before-bedtime-business in the yard.

There is a soft breeze and a trilling of insects as I stand at the midpoint of my driveway under the basketball rim.  

A light in the sky pulls my gaze upwards to a perfectly halved moon situated in the V of trees across the street.

It looks like a pale tangerine slice that I can simply reach up and pluck out of the night sky and put in my pocket.

I glance around to see if there is anyone in the vicinity and when I am sure I am alone I reach up to grab it.

It is a silly gesture but seems needed in the moment in a way that is not really rational yet somehow essential.

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