We have seen three lunar eclipses in our lifetimes, each one encircled by our specific, situational mists. The lunar part of tonight was less impressive than the vivid figure whose circumference consists of points equidistant from its center. And the bath which we absorb from her majesty, a bath of doomed hope. Forever chasing her one true love, of whom she will never capture.
From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,