[whitecrow]

It was a perfect day in San Diego County, the kind of day people envy us for. Was sitting out on the patio in the early afternoon, before the sun came over the peak of the house. The trees are reflecting more yellow and less green now, and beneath the shade cloth the light was a wonderful pale yellow, the temperature perfect.

This afternoon, I drove into work for a short shift. There was no cloud, not a hint of mist in the sky. When the evening turned all purple and golden like one of those rare shells you find on the beach once in a lifetime, a perfect Hunter's moon hung in the sky like a wheel of cheese.

Absolutely perfect. Hard to believe there's anything wrong with the world on a day like today.

I just got back from a walk by the creek...the moon overhead is so bright, you could almost read by it. Each tree is surrounded by a black pool of shadow, and the upmost leaves shine like silver in the moonlight. The mountains are black in the distance, crisp against the purple sky. Overhead, the stars shine almost fiercely, the sky is so clear. The night is warm. Nothing is stirring. I lay back on the rough grass and looked up, halfway hoping to see something moving strangely, some odd cluster of lights...ah well, it's a gorgeous, perfect night.