Lunar Eclipse and Mist

Misting on and off, and the pines dripping, and the intermittent light of the moon reflected in the wet pavement. It was impossible to see the shade of the moon change, as it was hidden again and again by the drifting veils of cloud, but, in those moments when it shone through thinner clouds or was revealed altogether, the shadow along the edge was noticeable. Just a slight flattening. A pleasant night, none the less. No more than a sweater needed against the chill. I could almost imagine myself back south of the Tehachapi Mountains.

No Time For That Time of Year

This week between Christmas and New Year's Day is when most everyone reflects on the past year, and I usually join in. But this year, things have been so hectic that I haven't had time for reflection. At the moment, my head feels as though made of lead. There are undoubtedly thoughts in there, somewhere, but dragging them out and sticking them into clumps of words which make any sort of sense is beyond me. I think I need a bit of quiet time more than I need to think about the past, in any case.

We fray into the future, rarely wrought,
Save in the tapestries of afterthought.

For now, the tapestry will have to wait.