"Go watch the moon. It's pretty tonight."
So I did, not knowing what to do with myself after finishing work unaccustomedly early on a Tuesday.
For the better part of an hour, the moon swayed in time with my hammock, as I gazed at it, sipped week-old red wine and listened to soppy songs. And stopped dwelling on "what it could have been".
It was beautiful, and not a bit sad -- even though he was the one who alerted me to the full moon in the first place.
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