Morning Moment

This morning I had one of those moments when I wished I had a camera.  As I drove home from the Y, I passed a park.  It was early, and the moon, full and orange, hung low in the sky to my right.  The sun was just beginning to announce its arrival with streaks of gold and pink to my left.  A low-hanging fog had settled over most of the park, heaviest over the open soccer fields.

At the corner of the park closest me there was a small flower garden and a group of benches arranged in a semi-circle.  An elderly gentleman in a navy blue running suit was sitting, hunched over, at one of the benches.  He had his back to the park and the moon and was instead watching the cars pass by on the street.  He held a cigarette and its thin trail of smoke seemed to mix with the fog around him.

Kind of a surreal way to start the day.