Coming home from work early this evening, early enough that the sky was still a deep blue, I looked up to see a vulture soaring above a fat, white, gibbous moon just rising over Mount Battie. I'm not sure why the juxtaposition struck me as so remarkable, as none of the elements--mountain, vulture, moon, blue sky--were unusual in and of themselves. But taken in all together, they made me pause, breath held for just a moment, until the vulture soared upriver and out of sight.

Soaring late in day,
vulture catches up with moon.
Both crest the mountain.