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| Blood wolf moon, snow moon, any clear full moon |
It was frigid and way past normal bedtime (it took more than a while to thaw out under our pile of covers at midnight) but, on the evening of January 20, 2019, Huggy and I were privileged to host the stars and the blood wolf moon. That big red ball hanging in the sky doesn't pose well for pictures, but in person it seemed close enough to touch.
GO, MOON! If I had ever attended a Beatles concert, I would have a picture to post about the experience. Like a backyard home theater dubbed Lunar-Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds!
When I think about it, being physically together wasn't necessary. In other words, if Huggy and I had been an ocean apart, and we both had clear skies, the same moon at the same moments and hours still could have been observed, together but apart.
All of God’s skyward wonder was clearly displayed... in our backyard... on that beautiful and memorable night. It was an hours-long show that we managed to stay up for and (on-and-off) sit on our back porch to watch, for about an hour and a half. It would have been appropriate to pay admission and clap before coming inside for the night.
And again, on February 8, 2020, during our evening walk, at our nearby fountains, another full moon enraptured us. Dubbed by meteorologists as a snow moon. Because of clear skies, it was brilliant to behold.
It is comforting to know that even after a half-cross-country move, living in a new state in a new time zone, with new surroundings altogether, the once-every-29.5-days full moon is a constant. No matter if Huggy and I temporarily disagree; no matter if our national leaders vehemently disagree; no matter if my identity documents in the red folder are lost or stolen; the moon, created by God Almighty and carefully set into the heavenlies... reminds us that He is our anchor.
Maybe, probably, actually, the thing I appreciate most is Huggy's enthusiasm about the together-activity. It demonstrates, more than any hug ever could, "i love you."
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| Yes. We got mooned. My cell's amateur photo |
GO, MOON! If I had ever attended a Beatles concert, I would have a picture to post about the experience. Like a backyard home theater dubbed Lunar-Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds!
When I think about it, being physically together wasn't necessary. In other words, if Huggy and I had been an ocean apart, and we both had clear skies, the same moon at the same moments and hours still could have been observed, together but apart.
All of God’s skyward wonder was clearly displayed... in our backyard... on that beautiful and memorable night. It was an hours-long show that we managed to stay up for and (on-and-off) sit on our back porch to watch, for about an hour and a half. It would have been appropriate to pay admission and clap before coming inside for the night.
And again, on February 8, 2020, during our evening walk, at our nearby fountains, another full moon enraptured us. Dubbed by meteorologists as a snow moon. Because of clear skies, it was brilliant to behold.
It is comforting to know that even after a half-cross-country move, living in a new state in a new time zone, with new surroundings altogether, the once-every-29.5-days full moon is a constant. No matter if Huggy and I temporarily disagree; no matter if our national leaders vehemently disagree; no matter if my identity documents in the red folder are lost or stolen; the moon, created by God Almighty and carefully set into the heavenlies... reminds us that He is our anchor.
Maybe, probably, actually, the thing I appreciate most is Huggy's enthusiasm about the together-activity. It demonstrates, more than any hug ever could, "i love you."
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