I left the gym having had a great workout, and I was sweaty, tired, and hungry. I knew I'd have baked chicken wings and was looking forward to hurrying home and putting them in the oven.
On the way home, I turned a corner, and there it was: an ENORMOUS glowing orb. "OH MY GOD - IS THAT THE MOON??" Not sure what else I thought it would be, but, with all of the movie-shooting that goes on in the Los Angeles area - you just never know.
It was the moon, and I wasn't in a place where I could pull over without obstructing traffic, plus I wanted to get a better view, completely unobstructed by trees. I drove toward the moon, which was so large that it looked like it was 'right over there.' I caught myself chuckling at the notion that the moon could be sitting just 3 blocks from where I was. And yet I drove toward it. I glimpsed it a few more times, exclaiming "OH MY GOD!" each time. I've driven this road for YEARS - how had I not noticed that this was where the moon hung out at this time of the evening??
I drove down a side street and expected to hear the chorus of angels that TV tells us that we should hear when graced with something as awesome (in the true sense of the word) as this. No moon. In my head I scrambled to remember tidbits from any astronomy lessons that I ever had and didn't pay enough attention to: "If the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, what the heck does the moon do?" I couldn't recall. I still don't know.
What I DID know was that I didn't see the moon anymore. I drove down side streets for 30 minutes, growling stomach be damned, and all I saw was a glow behind a soufflé of dark clouds. I never did see the moon again. Maybe it didn't want its photo taken. Maybe it didn't want to be an Instagram celebrity and put on the celestial equivalent of dark sunglasses. Maybe Spike Lee is shooting down the street. (Bah-Humbug.)
But I swear to you - it was there, and it was beautiful.