Saw the full moon set and rise yesterday – full enough, anyway. That doesn’t happen very often. It wasn’t planned – it just turned out that the moon and I were on the same schedule surrounding my morning and evening bicycle travels. Both times I only caught glimpses of her through the trees as she was hovering at the horizon, big and round and two-dimensional looking with so much reflection – too bright for texture, a ghostly outline. Two wheels in the sky, a goddess companion of bicyclists.