a trip to the Suidhe to see the blood moon - clouds moving from the east obscured our view, but totality happened before it rose over the mountain rim … all around us the encircling hills: grey-blue, blue-lilac, lilac-purple, and the black lochs so still - warm air, balmy night, car headlights bright up the Wade Road - navy fell softly around us as we made our way home, down through the purple heather lemon in the west where the sun went homenext poem