by Richard-Yves Sitoski James Ahlberg The moon, they say, only looks bigger when it’s close to the horizon. But this morning I say it truly is bigger, swollen at the end of its shift like a factory worker’s ankles. Meanwhile, birds I can’t identify begin their programming day, and this lake that likely has a name is getting choppy, hinting at what the wind could do if it made an effort. This is worth drinking Sanka from a thermos for, as I fish for trout I wasn’t taught to cl