Moon Over Larchwood

I was riding home from the cafe wearing gloves and my parka coat, when I turned East on Larchwood Avenue and saw the Moon looking at me through the London Plane trees.

The air was cold and still. Those tall creatures know how to decorate a sky.

Just now as I started writing this blip, I realized that I have blipped these same trees before. Now I can testify that they look good from both directions and under any celestial body.

That's all I can tell you from West Philadelphia until tomorrow.