There was a fingernail moon tonight. No idea how pervasive that term might actually be, but I got it from my father, and seeing one brings up warm nostalgia. R’s up on Kitt Peak, so I can only imagine that he might have been looking when I was.
When he first moved to town, he worked nights in a cubicle farm on the far south side of town, and he’d call on breaks. During monsoon, we’d talk during storms and had fun listening to thunder travel from one phone to the other. I suspect the new gig will offer the occasional opportunity for same. For now, I just assume that we will occasionally glance up at the moon at the same time.
Honoring the past, embracing and appreciating nostalgia – these are the warm fuzzy side of Cat Brain.