Celestial Pause

The moon, a pearl in the velvet sky, begins its slow surrender. Not to darkness, not entirely, but to the Earth's long shadow, a hushed embrace. A copper stain bleeds across its face, a celestial blush of twilight hues, born not of light, but its absence, filtered through our world's dusty breath. We stand beneath, dwarfed by the cosmic ballet, this temporary dimming, a pause in the night's bright rhythm. And wonder at the mechanics, the perfect alignment, that paints the familiar strange. It is a remembering, perhaps, of ancient fears, of swallowed suns, now understood, yet still imbued with a primal awe. The light does not vanish, merely transforms, a ghostly luminescence, hinting at something beyond, a deeper connection in the shadowed dance between our sphere and its silent satellite. And when the umbra retreats, slowly, surely, the pearl reclaims its brilliance, leaving us with the echo of that coppery glow, a reminder of the grand, turning wheel, and the beautiful, fleeting mysteries it unveils. ©bfa042825