It is the shortest day of the year.
Last night, there was an eclipse. The Ghost kept talking about it, saying that, "...it was going to be the greatest show on earth!" I didn't believe him, but The Ghost said it with so much conviction, that I almost did.
I don't know much about the moon. You'd think, after having lived for more than half a century, I'd have some kind of understanding about waxing and waning, or full and new, but I don't, not more nor less of an understanding than when I was five. The moon is the moon. It hangs up there in the sky when it's dark out, and sometimes, it even sticks around during the earliest parts of the day.
"The greatest show on earth!"
I am an intensely curious person when it comes to certain things--the moon is not one of these things. Then how come, last night, I set my alarm for 3:30 am to see the eclipse? Was it because The Ghost did convince me after all that the eclipse was going to be "...the greatest show on earth!"?
When I looked out my window, I saw nothing. Well, I saw clouds and snowflakes. I saw dark streets. I saw a cat. But I did not see the moon, and I was disappointed, so much so, I thought I was going to cry.
Today, I am going to make a butter. It will be orange, I think. I will shape it into a ball and eat it in front of Warden and Regrette. I will put on the greatest show on earth.
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