the blue muse

It grew late and I was tired and there were clouds threatening to obscure my view. But eventually, it all worked out, and I sat beneath a star-filled sky and watched the moon eclipse and just as it was almost there, a shooting star raced down the sky.

And I was so glad I’d stuck it out, so glad I’d brought the camera out even if I didn’t get the tripod set-up, and so happy to just sit there and watch the super-bright moon turn all mysterious and orange and red and beautiful.

There were no pictures of the full eclipse, none that came out anyway, but I don’t mind. Eventually the cloud cover did move in, so I wasn’t able to watch the shadow pass through.

Even so, it was a perfect evening, clear and cool with a magic-filled sky and a cricket-filled yard, and a gratitude-filled heart.

I’ll remember it, always.

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