“Reason is our soul’s left hand. Faith is her right.” — John Donne
Last night, I was excited about the bike ride home. I’d been looking forward to the full moon all week– especially since she was a blue moon– and the sky was perfectly clear. It was going to be beautiful.
My regular route home takes me up a hill, then I turn left and pedal north for six blocks. Riding up the hill, I was already looking at the moon and feeling grateful. Then at the top of the hill, as I was turning left, something behind me caught my eye.
There was a celebration happening on the waterfront downtown that included a huge fireworks display.
And as I pedaled those six blocks parallel to the river, I could see both. Fireworks to my left and the big full moon to my right. It was so cool.
Eventually I turned right again, and then rode the rest of the way home with the moon ahead of me. But occasionally, I’d see the reflections of the fireworks’ light in the trees.
It made me awfully glad that I hadn’t yet painted a painting. So I got home and got to work.