The evening before the night before.

The Sun sets down behind the treeline, and down on planet dirt the fearful folk tremble, awaiting the darkness as the Super-Moon, dressed all in black for the occasion, prepares to bite deeply into the body of the solar deity.

Of course, we'll be shrouded in low cloud and will miss all the fun per usual. Just like the fantastic northern lights the other night that didn't quite make it down to us here, but gave the daughter in Sweden a great night out. Hey ho. 

Spring equinox is upon us, and the greening is well under way. There's some comfort there at least.