Last night on the train back to Brooklyn, Shelley gasped, "The Moon!" It was a huge, pulsing orange orb shimmying its way up from the horizon. Yikes! We got off at the next stop and ran to try and find it, but it was hiding. Finally, while walking next to the park, we both felt a strange presence at our backs and turned around. Now silver but still huge, the moon loomed behind some trees. We ran into a dark open field in the park to try and see it better. It's next to Shelley's feet.
