Dissapointment, acceptance to come later

So as I learned this morning, something very interesting happened today. Basically a full moon appeared in the sky at the same time as the sun was setting, on the day summer ends. It's a very rare combination, and I was ready to go photograph it. I knew that I had to get out somewhere where I could see the moon while it was still quite low, so I got a ride up Mt Seymour. And this is where I wanna just smack myself. See, I had the perfect chance to get the perfect photo of the moon. It was absolutely b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l. And on top of that, it was perfectly visible, and was perfectly framed between the road and the houses on either side of the road. But no, I was somehow convinced that I would get a better shot from the mountain.

I didn't.

It's been a long time since I've felt this much regret for making one little mistake. Usually I just brush it off and move on with life, but I'm having a lot of trouble this time. I just can't let go of the fact that I could've gotten the shot. Not just any shot, the shot. But yeah, when I got up there, I tried a few shots, but nothing really stood out. So I just got a nice panorama and it turned out alright I guess. I'm still super bummed out though.