Reminiscing Moon

Driving home from work tonight (or this early morning rather) the moon was fire, setting, leaving the studded dark expanse behind. I put my eyes back on the road. I seem to always drive this lonely road when the deer are having a family reunion.  I must always wait for their choice: will they jump right into my path or run away? I see the moon again. I pursue it as far as I can, taking a road I usually only take when I run, leading to an open field. No luck. I haven't seen the moon setting for a while now, it's been even longer since I've seen it rise.  I am reminded again of my Africa days. Those muggy, lonely, long, beautiful, coffee laden, electricity-less, simple days, sitting on the porch watching the red moon rise over Beoue.