Early in the evening Moon was fabulous, showing her face with abandon. Got good photos, as she led us on by posing blatantly for the camera. By the time the eclipse happened, however, Moon had slipped coquettishly behind a giant Douglas fir tree.
Usually, we get aced out by cloud cover for major events. We had been so excited that the sky was clear for once. Like a lover sneaking out for a midnight tryst, we went out to check the eclipse’s progress in the middle of the night. At first we could not find her, but then we saw Moon winking coyly through the big fir tree’s branches. We were let down. Once again a jilted lover. There would be no spectacular photographs of Moon’s blushing, red face tonight.
We did notice, though, that the stars seemed brighter than usual. As if Moon, sensing our disappointment, had tossed out a little consolation prize. We stood in silence in the cool night for a few minutes, looking up and being bathed in the light of stars. We sighed and then moved slowly back into the house and went to bed.