That Thomas Hardy moment

[faustus]

It turns out that, rather than set an alarm for 3am, I stayed up working on the paper I'm delivering on Friday at a symposium to mark LGBT History Month (really? me either!). I thought the least I could do is to wander outdoors, camera in hand, to think on nations at war with nations, heroes fairer than the skies, and to see whether it really was impertubable serenity despite the neighbours - so I emerged into the street only to find the thickest fog this year. Yes, true to form (Halley's comet was submerged throughout its appearance, meteorite showers set off thunderstorms) there was not an eclipsed moon but no moon. The only moon I saw, in fact, was someone's arse through not opaque as they assume it is glass. And I didn't linger, with camera, for obvious reasons.