At 2:00 am, I woke to my alarm, pulled myself to my elbows and peered out the window to look at the eclipse edging over the smudgy looking moon in the hazy sky. The earth’s shadow slowly crept across the silver glow and here on earth, a fierce wind howled. Branches of the maple tree swayed and bent back-and-forth – an ecstatic wave of fractals. Glad to be between the warmth of my blankets, I burrowed deeper, forcing myself to lift my head off the pillow a few more times to check on the dramatic welcome to winter before succumbing to sleep and dreaming of a lunar eclipse. This morning, I cannot distinguish dream from memory.