Superb Moon 2015

For those aware that there is a thing called the sky, last night presented those of us located on the continental United States with the sight of a full lunar eclipse during a full moon. It was not only a lunar eclipse during a full moon, but it was a “supermoon,” as newspaper headline writers insisted.

The Moon’s orbit around the Earth is not a perfect circle; it varies from 221,000 miles away to just over 252,000 miles away. Last night, it was at perigee, or its closest point in its orbit, and that coincided with the full moon. Thus, last night’s full moon looked enormous: 14% larger than the average full moon and many times brighter than average. And then the Earth’s shadow took it away in an eclipse, because that’s what the Earth does.

At sunset/moonrise last evening, we were driving home and turned a bend in the highway and there it was: the moon but larger than anyone has seen it in a few years (the last time its perigee coincided with the full moon was in 2011). It looked like the Moon we always knew and loved but one that was coming in to dictate the terms of our surrender to it. Jen and I parked and stared.

We did not own a telescope when I was a child and I do not remember if either my sister or I ever expressed an interest in possessing one, but my parents considered each occasional celestial phenomena the cause of a family outing. I remember this family history with great fondness now, which I think was something our mother would predict for my sister and I when we were swaddled in the back of our station wagon, wondering why we were outside at this horrible hour just to stare at the sky.

“You will remember nights like this,” Mom would say with a smile. “You won’t remember whether you got a full night’s sleep tonight years from now, but you’ll remember seeing” whatever she and my father had brought us out to view. Sometimes it was the Perseids or the Leonids and sometimes it was a lunar eclipse, sometimes partial, sometimes total.

I think I remember the lunar eclipses particularly well because they are action-packed compared to patiently awaiting a shooting star and then another shooting star, and because eclipses end. There is no natural point of departing during a meteor shower, other than when the hot chocolate gets cold. (And then we would return home, and I would discover while lying in bed that I already missed being outside in the cold, already missed gawping at the sky.)

Our parents did not send us to bed expecting to be awakened a few hours later to drive into the country to look upwards, so each night-sky outing was its own event and seemed to be sprung on us as a new thing when they awoke us. My parents are not scientifically-inclined, so no explanations were offered, and whatever we were looking at and for was always mysterious, beautiful, an unexpected gift.

My dad would drive our station wagon to whatever local high point away from the lights that he could find, which is not an easy trick to accomplish in suburban Poughkeepsie. One of our local schools had a parking lot that sufficed, especially for the eclipses.

It was in adulthood that I discovered the appeal of wandering out into a field with a beloved someone and staring at the deep country sky and keeping warm together while the hot chocolate went cold.

I have told my girlfriend many times about these childhood drives into the night. She also did not grow up in a science-minded family, but hers did not look upwards at all, even when something attention-grabbing was taking place up there.

Last night, we were together. We looked at the sky, kept each other warm, and no explanations were offered, so everything was mysterious, beautiful, an unexpected gift.

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A couple paragraphs of this first appeared here almost two years ago, in November 2013.

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16 comments

  1. wscottling · September 28, 2015

    The hubs and I were aware of the eclipse, and even though both of use are interested in these kinds of things (whenever I happen to be outside, I look up at the stars), we stayed inside and played video games. I think after so many no-shows of us going outside to look up at the skies and try to see things like meteor showers etc… we simply stopped looking for them. Last night, we didn’t want to out wait the clouds.

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  2. lifelessons · September 28, 2015

    Did you take this picture, Mark? It is wonderful. I read somewhere that the moon appear to be this large again from earth for 28 years. Is that correct?

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    • Mark Aldrich · September 29, 2015

      Yes, it was closer than most full moons and it will be a few years for that again. I think the 28 years number is the combination of eclipse with closer-than-usual full moon. No, not my photo. I lack skills (and a camera worth having) there. I should have made the photo credit larger.

      Thank you, Judy.

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  3. creativewriter · September 28, 2015

    I’m so envious you got to see it 🙂 It was cloudy and too far away for me to see where I’m located in Canada but from the pictures, it looked absolutely stunning. I remember being in the car while my parents were driving on the highway and the moon looked so huge on the horizon in front of us, it felt like we were driving straight toward it. You never forget moments like those. Really great post!

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  4. rogershipp · September 28, 2015

    Too cloudy for me… I hope to see the next… Yeah, I know it is a few years a-waiting…

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  5. Relax · September 28, 2015

    Lovely — the moon and the memories (both old AND new). 🙂

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  6. Lola · September 29, 2015

    Love this family story, Mark. 🙂

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