En route to the Prop 8 debrief in San Francisco last night. A fingernail clipping moon hung directly over City Hall, and high above that, a little to the south, Venus.
A be-suited man paused with me, as I held the camera up to my eye. “I was just thinking the same thing,” he said.
He asked me whether I was heading to the forum, and I smiled and said yes. So nice that we were each so easy to make out, he from underneath his suit, and I, from underneath my watchcap. Â We walked together and talked.
[To be continued, Â here.]