Moondogs

I saw them on a trip Deep South, and then again on another trip Deep South, during the last few months. They are spectacular. Clearly, they are not spectacular in the way that bombs exploding or cop cars careering through the streets is spectacular; they are spectacular in that their beauty and natural rarity allow (almost force) a communing with people from other ages who’ve seen these things over the eons.

The phenomenon that there are adult people who don’t care to understand how mindblowing this convergence of physics and human observance is frightens me to my core.

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