I sat on the back porch, with a glass of wine, watching the moon, waiting for Jon to come home. He was picking up one of our Amish neighbors from the train station in Albany.
I pet Flo who sat on the table next to me.
Finally, Jon’s ring came from my iPhone. “I just dropped them off,” he said, “I’m on my way home.”
We sat on the back porch, Jon trying to get a picture of the moon through the big old birch who has already lost her leaves.
“Oh, that’s a good one,” I said when I saw what he had taken.
Flo watched too, she knows the moon.