Watched the lunar eclipse tonight--the moon transitioning into a wild chestnut sphere, a brown leather orb lobbed in the high west of a frigid late February night as if the one-eyed moon itself were taking a moment simply to close its eye meditating in winter prayer admist a frosty chandelier of stars. Went back home during my break at work to observe the hour long lunar wink on my back porch while downstairs frat boys drank cheap beer and played poker and smoked grass, unaware of the silhouette their solar address was casting on the nearest galactic cue ball.