For North Americans, our world is enveloped in darkness for more time each day. The advantage is that I actually see sunrises and sunsets. This morning, the sun had risen above the eastern clouds when K and I arrived atop Hug Hill on our mountain bike ride. And, an airplane appeared to be heading straight for the sun.
When we reached our next vista, I realized that the sun was perfectly positioned to get a backlit photo of K that would look like she had a fiery fringe on her fur.
At that vista, I saw the moon again, inching ever closer to the Continental Divide.