20/03 travelling across the keyboard

Some Sundays the front door doesn't even get unlocked, although that wasn't the case today, as yet another friend of my husband's visits and congratulates me on my tolerance at allowing one petrol tank and one oil tank to sit on the kitchen worktop "keeping warm" - unnecessary really, they've only been there for a fortnight ...
And writing has been all I've done in the way of 'travelling' (although I did see the perigee (? can't remember the word) moon on the way back from the Chinese Take-away last night) but at least 'Bridie 5' has gone well this week - 9800 words added - and my 'Crime Scene' tale has another four episodes - now about 4000 words.   Absolutely zilch in the way of poetry though, sadly - aros was so good for that daily small kickstart to the brain.

I have begun trying to design a cover for Bridie 5 too - and need to think of a title ...

aros 22 - it's a grey day

overnight cloud
       means no clear sky
          means no frost
            means no moon
               means no magic on my walk to buy a morning paper

Solstice eclipse

Yesterday we had a grandstand view of the eclipse, watched from the comfort of an upstairs room, the radiator warming our knees.  Earlier I had seen the bright moon in a perfectly cloudless, near dark sky as I walked up a snowy road to buy a paper.    After breakfast, the gradual progression of the shadow across the face of the moon as the moon itself dimmed and declined into the 'V' between two houses, not disappearing altogether until there was no discernible light at all and only the barest slightly pink orange circle visible where I knew it should be.

Somehow, the shadow 'proved' Earth's - and therefore my - existence.