Fall Full Harvest Moon
What a great moon in the southern sky. As I drove back from St. Paul, after sheepshead, the night had grown chill.
On the way in the full harvest moon hung high in the east behind a scrim of cirrus clouds, casting a pale circle, surrounding itself in a nimbus of moonlight. On the east, the full harvest moon, and on the west, the skyline of downtown against the late twilight sky. Skylines have their own beauty, a fragile outline in light of daytime sturdy buildings.
We had a sixth tonight at sheepshead, a friend of Roy’s in from Appleton, Wisconsin. The dealer sat out and we played our usual five man game. Dick Rice came away the big winner.