Half A Moon Ago

We sat in the growing shadows, under the bridge, near the trees, uphill from the river. We sat and stretched. The blue sky of the day became dark. The sun set behind the hills. The western sky glowed pink and red.

They gathered all around. Running across the bridge. Running along the path. Coming and going. Finishing a late afternoon jog. Starting an early evening one. They gathered all around, dozens of them. Warming up. Standing. Stretching. Cooling down.

I watched them come and go. I watched them starting and finishing. I tried to count them, but they wouldn't stand still. So I looked up at the sky out over the water, the darkening deep-blue-turning-black sky. And I watched a thin crescent moon pass behind the last lingering leaves on the trees as the warmth of the day was chased away by the coming cool of night.

That was a half a moon ago, and it has waxed to full and is waning now. And there's a cold chill in the air all day. Winter is upon us.

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