Riding home from a date night
with the hubby,
I have to admit
I only had eyes for
the big crescent moon
dangling from a nearly-dark
and oddly rust-colored sky.
He thought it was pretty lovely, too,
so we drove towards
that big sliver of moon,
with me trying in vain to capture
it through the eye of my camera.
As I aimed at the moon,
a bump in the road
caused my steady hand to jump,
the camera to wiggle,
and the loony moon
to dance in mid-air.
I think it’s my favorite
picture of the moon
to date.
