The little boy was in awe of the super moon,
as he could not believe the size of it. He asked
his mom to take a picture of it, so he can look at it
whenever he needed cheering up.
Pink sky at night: your photos of the strawberry moon
The air is crisp
A full moon above
The wolves are howling
Above photo was taken early Sunday evening, with the full moon rising behind the tree.
This one was taken a minute later. As you can see, the leaves aren’t in full form.
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Found this in the email.
I gaze at the brilliant full moon. The same one, I think to myself, at
which Socrates, Aristotle, and Plato gazed. Suddenly, I imagine they
appear beside me.
I tell Socrates about the national debate over one’s right to die and
wonder at the constancy of the human condition.
I tell Plato that I live in the country that has come closest to Utopia
and I show him a copy of the Constitution.
I tell Aristotle that we have found many more than four basic elements
and I show him a periodic table.
Then I get a box of kitchen matches and strike one. They gasp with
We spend the rest of the night lighting farts.