The full moon. It occurred at 23 degrees today, a detail I read on the internet but don’t actually know what it means, or if it’s even a real thing. But this is what the full moon looked like at 9:30-ish tonight from Bhy Kracke park on Queen Anne, shining its light in the darkest places.
So far this week, after a serious moment at closing…
…we took ourselves to a celebratory dinner at an iconic special occasion place (whose name will become obvious as you scroll along with me). However, the valet parking man was completely flummoxed by the camera I produced for our smiling photo, and all I was able to record of that moment was this poorly shot evidence of our visit.
It was an uncharacteristically warm evening, memorable.
Never mind, though. Regeneration is at hand. Or something.