We used to hop in Jason's old green Pinto and drive up to the mountain on August nights like this one. We'd bring a pint of Haggen Daz and one spoon, some Pepsi and my notebook so that I could write if the muse decided to visit. And a flashlight. We also brought our hopes and dreams 'cause that was back when we still had some. We still go out at night, but now we are restricted to the parking lot in front of our apartment in case the kids wake up while we are gone. We still watch the moon together, sans notebook and flashlight and spendy ice cream.