The moon sent a lure out last night, technically speaking early this morning, but I kind of think the next day starts when the sun shows it’s face in the east. Anyway at about 12:15 AM I got the urge to go out and view the eclipse. I slowly got up feeling my heart racing , feeling spry, as I made my way downstairs leaving my warm bed. I made a stop at the bathroom, my bladder screaming at me, before I continued on my way . As I hit the wood floor, at the bottom of the stairs ,my “Bunionator,” the gizmo I where on my left foot to alleviate the bunion there made a tap tappa tap  noise as I hobbled along. In my excitement it had escaped my notice that I still had the contraption on.  You aren’t supposed to walk in it. I unlocked the door, remembering to make sure it stayed unlocked as the quiet night beckoned. I had to go out into the driveway to see the moon. There she was way up in the sky still covered with a  reddish-brown glow, wispy clouds played at the edges of her but never quite covered up her glory. I leaned against the Soul, my Dad’s Kia Soul that is, and took a moment to breath in the night air and bask in the beauty of this glorious moon, thankful that I am still able to find such glory and wonder in the night sky and be in awe. Looking up at that moon I felt something shift, like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.  I went back inside my “bunionator” tap tapa tapping on the concrete looking forward to October 8th and the next Blood Moon.