Super Moon Nightsun

There is a helicopter flying about outside—low and slow with its nightsun on—looking for super moon mischief I suppose. Either that or it’s taking advantage of the super moonlight to locate standard average mischief. How I do love living in the wilds of California’s Inland Empire with it’s nightsun night birds and gunshots echoing in the same greening hillsides where, as a child, sheep would come to graze in the Spring.

-M.