Easter Sunday

They don't make Easters, nor Sundays, much better than this. I just stepped outside: light warm Santa Ana breeze. A whiff of jasmine still in the air. Not a cloud.

An almost full moon last night. Two mornings ago, as I was getting in my car to head to work before dawn, a full moon was just about to set in the west, as big as when it rises in the early evening. Almost as big as the setting sun. I can't remember seeing that before.