I walked down to the river Thursday evening to see the rise of the harvest moon. Coming as it did on the actual first day of autumn, it was apparently a super harvest moon, an occurrence that hadn’t happened in two decades, and won’t happen again until 2029.
It didn’t disappoint. As the moon rose, I loved watching the sky change colors and deepen. The ships rolled by, huge, silent, creating little wakes and waves behind them. It was hot then — not a hint of fall in the air, despite the official changing of seasons.
But last night a cold front moved through and this morning I was greeted with 70 degree temps, which I enjoyed in my courtyard with a cup of coffee and book in hand. Ah, bliss! I am a happy girl.
