Barreling down the boulevard, looking for the heart of Saturday night

We met early, each taking responsibility for our own task, putting together an evening of spirituality and camaraderie. Little talking, each knowing the scope of one's work, doing it uncomplaining, undaunted, fully in sync. Saturday night in church that ended too late for either Adriel or I to consider joining Sam/Paul/Jake/Al/Val. An evening to look at the full moon, eat its namesake's cake, and tote paper lanterns (of which the only memory I have is in Thailand where one floating paper contraption nearly burnt a hole in the roof we were standing under).