In the sun, the day is clouded. I am sitting in traffic in San Francisco downtown, mentally pushing the light to change green. But I only move 10 feet when it does before I realize I shouldn’t block the intersection. Parking is 25 cents for every 90 seconds at the meter. I don’t have enough quarters. I make circles around the same block over and over again to find parking. Calls aren’t returned and I am lost in my own frustration. The weather is cold during the day, chilling for the wrong choice in clothing for the fall turning winter days. It sprinkles outside and my hair sticks to my face. My forehead smarts from the scratch I gave myself yesterday. I want sleep, but now is not the time. I feel messy and incomplete.

But the moonlight arrives. What I thought was going to be darkness only lit by my highlights doesn’t need that light at all. As I drive down my street which unnaturally doesn’t have streetlights, I can see my street lit up by the bright full moon. It’s mid-autumn and the moon has successfully fought the darkness.