An orange floating in darkness....

Around 2.30 a.m., the first, tiny bit had vanished from the great Sky Cookie. The Monster continued nibbling at the Cookie, reducing it sector by sector. By 3 a.m., the greedy beast had transformed into a globe of deep orange, with a thin rind of lemon brilliance on one edge…ah! No wonder the ancients believed a lunar eclipse was a definitive portent: the night my son was born, the moon turned red… I didn’t wait to see it return to yellow normality; my warm bed beckoned and besides, I wanted to carry the memory of the celestial orange floating in a sea of eerie darkness, despite there being no cloud – else we wouldn’t have seen the eclipse – into my dreams…