Lunar Eclipse Party

There was an eclipse party. It wasn’t my party. I didn’t host it. But it was I who told everyone about it. The eclipse. I am the Keeper of Such Knowledge.

About a dozen folks were gathered around a fire ring when I emerged from the shadows armed with my camera. Animated debates and laughter bounced among the lunar celebrants. (And it occurs to me, if there were a dozen eclipse seekers, I made it thirteen. That would not have been a coincidence. Not here. Not with these people.)

I set up my camera and took a few shots of the moon for the sake of my meters, wondering how the hell I ended up here, celebrating a lunar eclipse in the Sonora desert with people who are essentially strangers. What’s the universe up to? And what happens to a werewolf during a lunar eclipse?

print ajo 2019 34d lunar eclipse.png


About Gregg M. Pasterick

Old and tired...
This entry was posted in A Verbal Scrapbook, astronomy, humor, lunar eclipse, nature, travels through life, Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s