The other evening I was just ready to turn in for the night when Captain Cavedweller came charging into the bedroom and dragged me toward the front door.
“You’ve got to see the moon,” he said.
By this time, we were standing outside staring at a gorgeous orb of fiery gold. He grabbed my camera and snapped a few shots. Had my head been on straight at the time, I would have put on the telephoto lens and snapped a few more.
As it was, I thought he did a pretty good job.
When I see a moon like this it makes me think of summer evenings when I was a kid, sitting on the back porch eating ice cream and watching the moon’s reflection shine off the water of the pond below our house.
It is a symbol of deep summer, of quiet evenings, of simpler times.