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Strange moon setting
Feb. 3rd, 2006 09:59 pmReturning from the Cleftlands meeting on Wednesday, Vreile/Zan and I turned west onto Chagrin Blvd. on our way home and there was an incredible moon setting ahead of us... the thinnest crescent imaginable and such a deep orange color that it was almost red. It did _not_ look like the moon, it looked as though we had been transplanted to another solar system. However, home was right where it should have been and things have been as normal as they ever are since then.
It reminds me of a time when I was 10 or 12, out playing with my friends in the wilds at the edge of our neighborhood. The sun was going down so we turned to head for home. When we did, we were faced by an enormous Harvest Moon rising in the East, almost blood red. It was dramatic enough to scare all of us. Personally, I was sure that Mars was bearing down on the Earth and that some incredible catastrophe was at hand (after all, this was about the time of the Cuban Missle Crisis. We'd all had to take a blanket and a jug of water to school in case nuclear war broke out and our school had regular drills where we practiced hunkering down under our desks just as we were supposed to in case of the end of the world). We painced and ran for home until we were winded and had to slow to a walk. I was quite relieved when the moon gradually rose higher, seemed to grow smaller, and assumed it's normal color. By the time we got home, it was a normal October evening and we were just in trouble for being out late.
It reminds me of a time when I was 10 or 12, out playing with my friends in the wilds at the edge of our neighborhood. The sun was going down so we turned to head for home. When we did, we were faced by an enormous Harvest Moon rising in the East, almost blood red. It was dramatic enough to scare all of us. Personally, I was sure that Mars was bearing down on the Earth and that some incredible catastrophe was at hand (after all, this was about the time of the Cuban Missle Crisis. We'd all had to take a blanket and a jug of water to school in case nuclear war broke out and our school had regular drills where we practiced hunkering down under our desks just as we were supposed to in case of the end of the world). We painced and ran for home until we were winded and had to slow to a walk. I was quite relieved when the moon gradually rose higher, seemed to grow smaller, and assumed it's normal color. By the time we got home, it was a normal October evening and we were just in trouble for being out late.
