Here it is, a little after 10 p.m. and I'm home. From work. Already. I don't know what to do with myself. The earth is not spinning on its correct axis apparently. Something is out of kilter. The universe is akimbo.
Cruising south on Gene Autry Trail toward hearth and home I was transfixed by a spectacular orange moon rising to the southeast. The lunar orb was nearly full and ominous, yet inviting, looming large just above the horizon. It was so large it seemed nearly close enough to touch. As I pulled up to the southeast end of Palm Springs International Airport, two jets, landing lights all aglow, were on final approach to the runway, staggered one ahead of the other. The moon hung behind them like a picture postcard backdrop of a perfect desert twilight with the outline of the Santa Rosa Mountains still visible against the deepening royal blue sky.
The warm glow of the moon washed over me. That was until I got home and couldn't turn down my street, because the turn lane was blocked by a police car, wreckers and mangled cars that had collided violently in front of my apartment complex. Maybe a driver had also been transfixed by the rising moon and ran the light. Three smashed cars, two wreckers, two TV trucks and two police cars had turned the intersection into an obstacle course. One car was up on the sidewalk, smashed into a light pole, which was now stood like a lazy drunk on the corner, upright, but not quite vertical.
Someone, or several someone's, were definitely having a bad night. But not me. I'm home early on a warm spring evening. The patio and cooling evening air are calling my name to enjoy them whilst I can.
Moon
Palm Springs
Twilight
1 comment:
Wow...you had a good night...but it sucks for the other guys.
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