I woke up early on Saturday to catch the airport shuttle. It was one of those hours of the night when everything was still and dark, one of those magic weird moments.
I could see a crescent moon above me, like a sharp scythe. But have I really seen a scythe in real life? The only scythe I know is the one held by a Grim Reaper, and that's clearly fantastical. I have no practical experience with them. So what else would be a good analogy from my own experience?
The moon looked like a large left parenthesis. As soon as that thought floated in my head, I knew. I was doomed.
Anyway, it's nice to be in California again.