A Gift of Beauty

I left work last night by a different door and was struck by the color of light on the Bay and the Bridge. As I stood at the intersection, gaping, a stranger came up and asked, "Have you seen the full moon?"

No, I hadn't. But there it was, rising above the silver Bay Bridge, peeking through the top of a palm tree.

Another stranger joined us. "Isn't it beautiful?" he asked. "I wish I had a camera to capture it!"

None of us did.

So all we have is a memory of a shared moment at an intersection in San Francisco, enjoying a gift of beauty.