full moon saturday

Driving back from San Clemente tonight I saw a goblin in the sky. He hung low over the east hills of San Juan Capistrano. As soon as I spotted him in the clouds, he disappeared.

The midnight blue skies of San Juan brought back memories. I remember searching for the pime late at night in the San Juan hills. Now I live in a less authentic city--one which was manufactured by a company and still run by thieves and corporate whores.

I must admit, I love the Crescent Moon more than I love the Full Moon. I enjoy the darkness of the sky and the blip of light shone by the Crescent.