Mojave desert. Sunset: 6:03pm. There’s a full moon tonight, a hunter’s moon. Like a scene from a noir film, C. and I pulled over by the side of a deserted highway and watched the moon rise above all this endless space where the silence carries weight, a cosmic pressure against the skin.
![Hunter's Moon](/content/images/size/w1600/wordpress/2021/10/Full-Moon-1.jpeg)
29 Palms Highway, California