I looked up at the full moon as it rose last night.
“Boy, you’ve had a busy April.
First, you totally blacked our closest star, the Sun, during that Total Solar Eclipse on April 8th. You were in the new moon phase but helped put on a show for the ages.
“Now, here you are as a full moon showing off again on the 23rd with a brilliant moonrise.
Yep. You’re just showing off.”
Is it strange to speak to the moon? I’ve done stranger things.
When I watch a bright full moon rise above the pines, I think that if a full moon occurred only once every one hundred years, the world would come to a complete stop to watch it.
It happens monthly, and in our light-polluted, busy, inside-AC-lives, we pay little notice of this stunning event.
He’ll rise tonight at about 8:43 PM CDT; not quite full but still showing off. Find some open sky to the East.
Tell him hello for me.