The sun set, a bright red ball behind man-made shapes of the city skyline. I stood high on the hill facing west watching as the last daylight of August faded away. Today was hot, humid and dusty and a haze hung in the horizon.
I turned to the east and watched as the full moon rose through the haze, a "blue moon" that was pink and pale. The seasons are changing. Last evening I walked to the top of the same hill an hour earlier to watch the almost full moon rise. A pair of Kestrels hovered and danced together in front of the moon. Large flocks of black birds gathered to roost for the night.