The almost full moon in Balboa Park tonight playing peek-a-boo with the clouds.

Lately, I’ve been noticing a particular kind of quiet spark behind my eyes. It’s not flashy, more like a gentle, knowing hum of curiosity or a soft, unfolding hope. It feels like a very internal thing, but I wonder if it creates a different kind of presence. Which one looks the best on me? ✨💭Which one looks the best on me?

What do you think the function is of this weird truck?