FULL MOON Wendy drives me from work. Rush hour traffic and Wendy’s crazy car which honks when she uses the turn signals. Nervousness. It’s my birthday and there should be a celebration. Lynn and George have invited me down for dinner. Bizarre moon in the grim grey sky. Wendy and I are frightened by its shape and size. It is so huge and bloated that we wonder if it may be the setting sun. I, of course, suspect it is the end of the world. We make a wrong turn at Key bridge and have to detour through Arlington to get back to Georgetown and headed home. Bitter cold. Miles of headlights stretching off like rows of diamonds on the ugly cold highway– From across the bridge the city-scape looks one dimensional– like cheap stage props against a bleak winter sky.
February 22nd, 1978
February 22nd, 1978
February 22nd, 1978
FULL MOON Wendy drives me from work. Rush hour traffic and Wendy’s crazy car which honks when she uses the turn signals. Nervousness. It’s my birthday and there should be a celebration. Lynn and George have invited me down for dinner. Bizarre moon in the grim grey sky. Wendy and I are frightened by its shape and size. It is so huge and bloated that we wonder if it may be the setting sun. I, of course, suspect it is the end of the world. We make a wrong turn at Key bridge and have to detour through Arlington to get back to Georgetown and headed home. Bitter cold. Miles of headlights stretching off like rows of diamonds on the ugly cold highway– From across the bridge the city-scape looks one dimensional– like cheap stage props against a bleak winter sky.