One hour ago 8:22 pm
We were flying back home.
Two hours ago, we were awaiting take off and I saw the streaks of the evening sunset on one side of the plane.
An hour ago, we faced under the wing a bank of clouds obscuring the city lights, flying into the airport, my brother and I.
Boston Red Sox, bottom of the sixth, said the flight announcer. Look to the right wing, there's a part of the lunar eclipse.
I looked and saw the half moonshadow, it was dark and dim gray and light-rimmed at the edge.
It was a fitting ghostly, unusual end to a day filled with family and neighborhood faces...if I were to dub the unrealness of today, the day and night of the Blood Moon is not about strangeness. Its about the reflection of those of my own blood and birth and my life choices up to now. We said our last goodbye to a mother of six, grandmother of 20 and great-grandmother to 13...a gentle matriach, laid to rest under a blood moon.
Best wishes,
Cerulean