I couldn’t believe how lucky I was last night, to find myself alone this 2am, because for the first time in 372 years, a total lunar eclipse occurred on the date of the northern winter solstice.

The clouds had parted for the occasion and the sky was at its blackest black, framed by the edges of lush jungle trees on this sleeping island. It was a spectacular show with blinking and shooting stars, with only one wish made. On every one of them. I couldn’t believe the colours. Or how long she hung in the sky, swollen like this. I waited an hour before falling sleepy so I never got to watch her final exit. I wish I had.

I am so grateful to be here. So grateful.