It was the night of my favorite full moon, the one in October.
He called me on the way home from work.
"I'm bringing home a party. Wieners, buns, marshmallows, Hershey's bars, and graham crackers."
He cut some firewood, pulled up the fire pit, a chair for him, a chair for me, and built the fire.
Then he waited for the fire to get to the perfect wiener-roasting temperature.
We made our hot dogs and smores, drank our Coke and root beer. As the beautiful, huge moon came up, we saw it through the trees.
And we celebrated autumn.
Together.
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