Drunk hipsters hailing cabs

Riding in Car 158 -- the same number as the bus route we used to take home to Edgewater.

It's the warmest night of the year -- or the warmest Saturday night. The crowds were out on 10th and 17th by Red Rocks and The Park next door and up at Marquee, the drunk hipsters hailing cabs in the middle of the avenue.

On Route 3 in New Jersey, the Moon became visible, hanging just over the horizon like a torch, so low in the sky it looked like a brilliant flame burning over the modest ridgeline. I'm not sure I've ever seen a horizon Moon so low and large or so deeply orange.