About perihelia—                   Or rather,  about a full, dark shadow  and its partial, outer one. How passage means                                 we row until encounter with an occluding  body. Hem of the chromosphere:                   where shafts of light ripple through deep valleys.  Every event lasts but a fraction                                 of a second, before resulting in change. Not even totality is the equivalent of a final                    imaginable. Think of a curtain,  a garment; inside, underneath, think of                                the skin still faintly breathing.