Ernest was preparing to settle in for the night with some 'light' reading; an open, English translation of the Torah in his lap, a light clip attached. In the passenger seat sat numerous other texts and commentaries for quick cross-referencing access. The itinerant hippie was looking for the common threads, maxims that held true in every culture; a foundation he could build upon. His van was parked outside North Oak Park; cops hassled him whenever he tried to overstay his welcome at a particular location, and it was time he had been moving on from McKinley Park. He smiled as he thought of the interesting pagan girl he had met there. Perhaps he would meet someone just as interesting here.
As he realizes his thoughts are drifting from his work, he sets the book down. The moon was not quite full yet, but it was fat. It reminded Ernest of an overstuffed belly, or perhaps, a pregnant one. It was making its trek across the night sky without any hindrance, however, and he had yet to greet it and pay it his respects. He steps out of the van, looks up, and smiles at her. "Hello, moon. Thank you for your keeping me company tonight." He takes a deep breath and stretches. The van was comfortable, but not that comfortable.