Yellow Superrrrmoon. La Luna Superrrr. You look like cheese.
At midnight on Sunday, whoops it's already Monday! we said our goodbyes. Backlit by a spectral Super Moon, our shadows stretched long. Hugs all around, even though most of us had just met, in the dark, in a burned out flat in Angeles National Forest.
No campfires are allowed. but that doesn't stop most people. The hills are alive with them.
Dropped your clouds like a flimsy negligee? I'm gonna do something special with you . . . how'd you like to have your light refracted?
Refraction not your thing? The clouds have come to your rescue again. Sweet moon, cheesy night love of my life, please don't leave . . .