There was a crescent moon tonight over NAS Fallon. Not as who should say a “commander’s moon,” far less one issued to a retired captain. But a moon nonetheless. Which, when coupled with a sky completely innocent of cloud cover and with visibilities unlimited, made for an entirely different experience during the evening go.
It might have helped to have knocked out the rust on Monday evening. It can’t have hurt to have flown yesterday during the mid-day.
But this was almost fun, if by “fun” your definition is expansive enough to include the almost total absence of pain.
It’s late though, and I’m to bed. Flights of angels, etc.