As I carried the groceries in from the car, I caught sight of the moon between the trees, glowing and fuzzy in the clouds. And it made me wish that we were all on the hazardous blue roof of Mt. Hermon, smoking and watching the moon rise, breathing the clear cool air and talking about the things we'd done, the people we knew and the places we really wanted to be. Except for the lack of that, I am completely happy.