Look, she says. There are two moons tonight. Do you think that means anything?
Like end times, you mean?
I don’t know, she says. It can’t be good.
We move closer. There they are above the rooftops, one higher and to the right of the other.
Someone in the ranch-style house across the road switches the porch light on and joins us.
My ex phoned, he says. She saw it too. She’s bit of a sky watcher.
So we stand there out the front as one disc, then the other veer off in a north-easterly direction, silent as full moons.