It was Snow Moon on Sunday night and I was in a rent-a-sauna by the sea when the sun set, and walking home under the full moon when I left.

It was Snow Moon on Sunday night and I was in a rent-a-sauna by the sea when the sun set, and walking home under the full moon when I left. The twenty minutes to the bus stop me and these friends I was with we kept admiring the moon with full gusto, I occasionally marked the historical cultural importance of the North Star, and we'd be serious for almost a minute and then go back to gushing about how beautiful the moon is, and that twenty minutes felt so intense, drunk on the frozen sea and the moon, happier than I remember being in a long time.