Tuesday evening, there was a full moon. The moonlight reflected off the surface of Cayuga Lake and looked like the tail of a comet projecting to the east--beautiful and memorable, especially with the ripples of the lake creating a glittering effect.
I'll miss nights like these during my upcoming years of endless summer. I'll miss that type of air, clear and cold, that type of air that nails your sinuses like a dart on a bull's eye. It's the type of air that makes you take notice, three exclamation points smacking you right in the face, that THIS MOMENT IS IMPORTANT.
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