I was in the mall parking lot in El Cerrito, a mundane place in a mundane town. When I got out of my car there was a full cream-colored moon rising into a pale lavender sky. I was transfixed. I gazed at it until I was almost hit by a car.
When I came back from Trader Joe's with my cheap beer and turkey kielbasa the moon was a little higher and the sky around it had become deep maroon.
How can there be such surreal beauty and transcendance amid the drabness of an El Cerrito parking lot? How can life be so often so varied and inconsistent?