Full Moon Ride Schedule [From BA 43-200]

"So what will it be, bicycle army? What will you collect in the prism of these waning months? Campouts and campfires? Some kind of new Popsicle flavor? A nap in a hammock, or a trip to your favorite water source?

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from BA 43-200

Based on John Mosley’s Phases of the Moon, Griffith Observatory

You stumble upon the end of summer like a wide-mouthed Mason jar, an old blue one in the back of a coastal antique shop. Rust along the rim, a frosting of dust. Brush it off and carry it outside, to see how the light will fill it. Wait for night, Luna moths skittering in and out again.

Night is always the last guest to arrive, hiding out in the pumpkin fields, postponing the winking on of the streetlights that govern a whole neighborhood’s discoveries.

So what will it be, bicycle army? What will you collect in the prism of these waning months? Campouts and campfires? Some kind of new Popsicle flavor? A nap in a hammock, or several trips to your favorite water source?

We recommend at least five postcards, preferably scrawled with haiku or recipes, and the penning of a long song in the company of your oldest friends deep in the heat of the night. Maybe this is the summer you learn how to spot Cassiopeia, or maybe you’ll study always and forever when the moon is waxing and waning.

Whatever you gather in, know that you’re meant to let it move on again, if you want its wings to keep beating. Keep the garden edges wild, and the jar open to the sky.