Monday, April 6, 2015

Nicasio moon (photo)

I was awakened before dawn by something (probably an early cyclist screaming to his ride buddy about his portfolio and his 'roids on spandix) and was astounded by the frost, which led to the rise of tule fog, as the sun rose. I was out there in my jammies, freezing my buns off, but it was so beautiful, and so cold, my breath was its own weather system. Then the moon shone through the fog.

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