Standing on my driveway in the cold, I watched the full moon disappear into the earth's shadow late Sunday night.
Nature's show gave a welcome respite from NFL exhaustion and the drumbeat of the news.
A few months before, I'd witnessed the solar eclipse on a hot afternoon from the nearby patio. The lunar event was much quieter, a lyric poem to the sun's grand opera.
Imperceptibly, the darkness spread across the moon's surface until a bright sliver remained along the edge, and I felt a sense of silent majesty, if not quite wonder.