Labor Day weekend. Darkness is falling like a shroud; dying embers from our marshmallow roast are losing their glow as the sun falls below the horizon, and the sliver of a moon is little help.
I notice that the moon is falling behind the big tree. Hmmm, I always thought while the sun was setting the moon was rising, which leads to a spirited discussion of the relation between the earth and moon’s orbit with respect to the sun. By the time that “problem” is solved, we are sitting in total darkness. The creepy “eyes” across the lake watch us make our way to the cabin for a good night’s sleep.
Thought for the Day: The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.