There was a big moon this week. People went crazy with photos and fawning appreciation.
And then there was a religious leader, and thousands of people pressed against each other to maybe see a white speck of a man from a large distance.
And then there is a corpse flower and people paid money to see it bloom.
While we were making so much of a man, a moon, a flower, I sat alone watching a big bee hover on the last gasp of a dandelion and the low autumn light almost made me cry.