Tonight's eclipse

Very good pagan stuff, this. Can you imagine the last one in 1638? We are all huddled around a fire, waiting out the longest night of the year, when a loud voice proclaims "god is bathing the moon in blood!" We run outside shivering and terrified of the cold and the darkness that protect the wolves and wildcats that lurk in the dark, hoping to make a meal of us. Up we look to the sky and see it: a disk floating where the moon would be, but orange and pink instead...