Got up early this morning to see the lunar eclipse.
There is something about eclipses that tweaks the buried primal part of the hindbrain. I know that there is a simple, rational scientific reason for the moon fading and taking on the hue of old blood.
Well, rationally, I know this. Down in the bones, though, a teeny part of me wants to make damn sure that it isn't the result of a dragon with a celestial-sized appetite.
So, I sat on the front porch under that huge red moon and drank a glass of wine until she began to reappear from the shadow cast by her daughter, then went back to bed.
Rather nice -- although getting up this morning for work was a bit harder than usual -- but small price to pay for making sure the moon's not getting molested by assorted mythological ghoulies.