Two Moons

I saw two moons last night.

The first was on the highway just after I left work. I heard a beep, but saw nothing amiss until a car moved up in the lane to my left and a man’s naked butt was thrust out the window. It was only a quarter moon from my perspective, but still funny.

The second was shortly after I crossed the state line. It was the real moon, hugging the horizon, large and ominous, shockingly red. It was the kind of moon that arouses primitive superstitions and I had to fight the urge to consider it a bad omen. Sign or no, it was both beautiful and frightening.