Chasing the moon

(AKA, my rush hour commute)

Indigo clouds drift in front of the dazzling white full moon as I race toward it. I'm fascinated by the tones of the deep pink- and blue- washed sky hung casually over the college on the hill. (I'm sure the engineers don't appreciate it.)

Meanwhile in my rear view mirror, black silhouettes rise up against the golden sky as the sun sets.

Seal tells me that we're never gonna survive, unless we get a little crazy
-- he may be right