Last Night's Super Moon Over Colonial Lake

Here was the view from Colonial Lake last night.

While waiting for the moon, I watched and listened to a black man throw his cast net. I recalled doing that myself countless times—alone, with my own children, family, father, and friends. The sight and sound was reassuringly familiar, and made more prominent by the stillness of the night. I pondered how many times throughout the history of Charleston that sound of the cast net meeting the water has echoed. I believe that very sound is one of the deep and reverent emotional symbols of enjoying life in Charleston.