May the 4th Be With Him!

A day of catching up, sorting, house cleaning, and errands. Late in the day I went out for some air and noticed this natural spotlight, a reflection on Powell’s City of Books. Waited for someone to step into the light, and there he was. An unsuspecting urban hiker, star of the moment. Like the tree frog in Ted Kooser's poem:

Tree Frog

Late evening, a velvety black
beyond the high windows, and on one
a tiny tree frog with its legs spead
presses its soft, white belly to the glass.
This night it gets to be the evening star.

--Ted Kooser, in Red Stilts (2020).