I’ve got shivers. Getting hyped to see the
eclipse, well… it was exhilarating. The waiting before, I mean. Spent some of
it listening to the Dark Side of the Moon. Twice.
Having seen the beauty of it, the magnificent
wonder of the red circle being shrouded and dimmed… I stood watching it on a
rooftop in the middle of a city, basking in the spare light and the awe that
followed it. Embracing it I was filled with joy – for how could such a thing
not do so? Not even the whole magnificent of the dawn could stand next to it –
for the briefest of moments, nothing else was real. The chill, the sensation…
As I stood there, watching, I was filled with love. It was the sharing kind of
love as I knew that somewhere else, someone else was standing, looking up,
taking in the exact same sight as I marveled at.
The moon is a mysterious mistress.
Yet I’d not
trade her for my special somepony.
Being ancient may have forced one to be a witness
to many sights and wonders. Over the eons we’re only able to glimpse bits and pieces
of them. I’ll most likely not see such an astronomical event ever again. Not in
my life. I’m grateful for having seen this.
I love you.
You who walk the shadow of the night, you know who
you are and what you have done – I love you.
You who walk the night, fighting demons of dread
and worse – I love you.
I love you more than you would ever know.
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I also love having my Internet connection back.
This should be online two days ago.
Stupid provider for sending me a faulty router.
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