hello moon

after class tonight i wasn't tired, so i kept riding. it's all uphill going home, but i saw the moon through some buildings and it was huge and foggy and wonderful, and i wanted to see it again. so i continued up the hill, turning right on a road that would lead me to the park and away from the buildings. the trees stretched to the sky, blocking my view but through bits and pieces i saw the moon again and again. low in the sky, a creamy yellow and large. pathetic attempts to photograph were made, but like many things in the night they refuse to stay the same as we see them face to face in that moment. so i just rode and gazed, flew down a hill, pushed up another hill. the park was quiet, cool and lovely. people think muggers and horrible deeds at night in the city parks, but i wander in anyway. everyone is so scared to go in that there is no one there, making it the the best time of the day because it becomes mine, all mine.