I was a full moon evening on Friday as I was driving home.

Perfect, huge, circular, yellowish, blue moon.

And yet it didn’t look beautiful through the maze of street lights, store fronts and electrical overhead wiring.

As busy human beings we don’t get time to stop and smell the roses and I rarely feel a twinge of guilt about it. After all I am human. A busy one at that.

I am content if I get a glimpse of roses through store fronts and can buy a chilled bunch from my grocery store. I watch the grass on the roadside embankments. The only bird chirping I hear is an awful alarm in my office building when someone fails to pick up the phone.

Like I was saying, I am not overly disappointed if I don’t walk on the grass or feel the sand between my toes, but something about the moon paling in the distance got to me.

The Starbucks sign was brighter and rounder, the neon light of the night club was bluer, the street light was more yellow. The old woman on the moon was crisscrossed by the overhanging TECO poles and wires.

It was beauty marred. The headlights of my car illuminated the road in front of me, the exhaust left my share of pollutants on the street behind me.

Like I said - beauty marred.

Once in a blue moon, I would like to see the full moon uninterrupted.