We go out walking after 11:00 PM, to see the super pink moon, and because the streets are practically empty, so it's easier to stay away from folks.
And yet this man still approaches us before he seemingly catches himself, stopping a good ten feet away, and says, "I hate to ask this, but could you buy me something?"
Never mind that nothing for blocks is open, we both came out without wallets or cash in our pockets, so we tell him that and he stalks away, muttering to himself.
Periodically the thick cloud cover breaks and the moon peers through, huge and shining brilliant white, only to be quickly covered again, and we end sitting on the stoop, imagining the tops of the clouds, far above, radiant in silver pouring down.
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