Biiiiiggg kudos to my former roommate, Toni. She sent me notice of the eclipse that’s going on tonight. I had sort of heard of it, but it somehow passed thru my consciousness with but barely a ripple, until she sent me an alert at like, 2149 or so.
So I spent over an hour in the beautiful, balmy 25ºF (aye–twas a bit nipply) night watching the Moon being eaten by the Dragon. Wonderful. Awesome. And I even saw the flash and streak of a meteor! (Or maybe it was a falling satellite… 🙂 )
And now the Moon’s being reborn. I’ve been watching as the bright slice slowly grows and grows (albeit spending more time inside for that portion).
There’s always been something in crisp, cold, clear, nights that has drawn me out. I don’t know why, or what it is; just some sort of longing I can’t explain. Not a melancholy–just… well, sorry, I just can’t elucidate it. Maybe one day. Though maybe that’s why I’ve always been drawn to “space” stuff and the like.
Update: the Moon’s almost all the way back! And it is bright out there! Gorgeous!
Update to the update: here’s my fuzzy pic of the beginning of the eclipse. Alas–with cellphone.
I’m just amazed that I was able to get it in frame at all, let alone centered like that!