Misting on and off, and the pines dripping, and the intermittent light of the moon reflected in the wet pavement. It was impossible to see the shade of the moon change, as it was hidden again and again by the drifting veils of cloud, but, in those moments when it shone through thinner clouds or was revealed altogether, the shadow along the edge was noticeable. Just a slight flattening. A pleasant night, none the less. No more than a sweater needed against the chill. I could almost imagine myself back south of the Tehachapi Mountains.