I am a morning person.

With the exception of the few times – as in I don’t need all 10 fingers to count – I’ve needed to catch the dark-o-clock flight out of Glacier Park International Airport, I haven’t used an alarm for morning wake up in over 18 years.

I am up with the chickens and neighborhood rooster in the morning and typically in bed and asleep before 9:30 at night.

But tonight, I was making tortillas at 8:00.

The last tortilla went in the skillet at 8:20.

There are a dozen tortillas in those towells. Eleven will make it into the frig and freezer. I always eat one hot tortilla, fresh from the skillet. Tonight it was wrapped around Black Forest Ham and enjoyed as I prepared this post and remembered the making.

I rolled tortillas, watching the one in the skillet, flipping/removing to the warm towells…with the kitchen windows open and the cool night air wafting in. Such an unusual time for me and such an unusual experience of light, of dark, of air and sound.

When that last tortilla was done, I took the rolling cloth outside for a shake-off…

…and saw the moon.