Ahh, another Friday Night Candlelight Ski at Wood Lake, another beautiful sunset. It's nice to be paid to walk around in the woods at sunset. Life's too short to miss many sunsets.
I pull my little sled full of milk carton luminaries around the track, trying to spread them out so the skiers will be able to follow the course direction, and still have enough to get right to the trail's end with the last one. Last week was perfect. I set the last one and was right by the door. That will probably never happen again. This week I had four left over.
Lunar eclipse next week. Something to remind us we're on a spinning wet rock somewhere in space, whatever that is, and that we don't hold all the cards.