I had been feeling the past few days that I was out of touch with things. I had in mind that if I just slowed down and relaxed the feeling would pass, take in the blooming daffodils, buy a coconut for my squirrel, pick up the twigs in the back yard.
How had I not heard there was going to be an eclipse of the moon Saturday evening? I had seen it grow fuller and fuller all week. Had I not agreed to go with him to the store, well then he would have seen it first. Up thru the branches, the moon was not full, the stars were out, huh? "Is there supposed to be an eclipse tonight?!?"
We ran out to the end of the driveway, like we were going to miss it. Out past the branches of the trees the big two thirds of the white orb, I could sense the horror primitive peoples felt when they saw such. Would they have prayed, chanted, made an offering?
We whipped out our cell phones and started calling people: Quick, go outside and look at the moon!
Maybe it is a sign I am coming back in touch with the world around me.