Guarda la Luna

A friend let me know about the lunar eclipse anticipated tonight. That's a true friend, isn't it, who knows you well enough to realize you'd want to know about it, and is thoughtful enough to send the email?

So, I went outside eagerly to our driveway, which I knew would be a good place for viewing.

And this is what I saw. Except it wasn't so blurry. Clouds as far as the eye could see.

It was a bit of a disappointment, yes.

But it just made me all the gladder that I had noticed the moon the night before when it looked like this. Of course, it wasn't actually blurry, either. (For anyone who knows, is it acceptable to say "all the gladder"? Never thought of it before, but that's what came out.)

I am very much a moon gazer. It occurs to me that perhaps that is why the disc in my neck ruptured....all those years of looking up? If so, then it was worth it.

I'm always writing little poems about the moon in my mind, and one has even made it onto paper, though it's not finished. Maybe someday. That moon just prompts so many thoughts, it's hard to get it in words.

But my pictures, like my poems, don't do justice, either!

Which is fine. I don't feel a need to define or describe or capture Sister Moon, as long as I can see her now and then.