Her eclipse beauty was truly spectacular last night. I stood alone in the pre-dawn hours and watched her illumination transform from white to red. The cold wind pushed against me. The remaining snow gifted the night before was offering its thanks. Soon, all was dark, the fullness of light and color faded.

Coming back in, I turned the lights out and prepared for bed. Passing by the small sun room that nurtures the plants, there in the large window, she stood alone in her shadow. No longer red and barely visible.  I paused, and then gently sat in my grandmother’s rocking chair, among the plants. How could I leave her? Would I leave just because the color and rarity were gone? To leave felt like leaving your beloved to walk to their door alone. “Thanks for a good time. Bye.” Then to gun the gas pedal and speed off. Ram Das said “We’re all just walking each other home.” And so I sat, rocking gently and singing to her darkness, then unfoldment back to dazzling white fullness. With a smile, I whispered, “Good night.” As I turned to leave, the whisper back, “Welcome home.”