Cynematik • Cyndi Greening

BY CYNDI GREENING, ARIZONA, USA — The full moon is upon us. I drove home last evening under a brilliantly clear desert sky and recalled my previous experiences (there have been only two) of seeing the full moon over San Francisco Bay. I’m in a funny space these days. They are those who track this sort of data and say that there are more tragic and unusual events that occur during the full moon. I’ll attribute my current restlessness to that phenomenon. There’s an awful lot going on these days. It’s no wonder I feel like baying at the moon and/or running off to visit the cool, clear climes of The City.

I was speaking with a friend today. We were laughing about Life in Hell (as summer in Phoenix can be). We were saying that we had no fear of hell because we’ve already been there and done that. Repeatedly. We’re in a searing heatwave. The Shea house closed on Thursday and I got to move the remaining garage items in 115-degree-weather. It was a special treat. No wonder I’m obsessing about the Bay.