At the Forever Home, Friday is trash pickup day. So Thursday night is take-out-the-trash-bins night. Last night I was out shortly after sunset when, from the viewpoint at the curb, the Cold supermoon was just rising above the house.
Not bad, eh?
Every single day there’s still a moment when I stop, look around, and say, “DAMN! We live here!!!”
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 