I was standing in my front yard, to snap a shot of the moon. The stars were out (been raining in Portland for weeks) and it was quiet from the sound of cars or barking dogs. I could hear waves of geese gliding in to the nearby pond…honking away as they descended. The nearby Brooklyn railroad yard offered the old time steam whistle blare into the night (that takes one back). A man quietly walked by with his dog. A pleasant evening.