Inspiration Point. I think a lot of cities and towns have a place where teens go to make out. I was a late bloomer, so I didn't attend those places till my twenties. Most of the time, I'd imagine, these points of inspiration have grand views of the town, the city, or some panorama that inspires us to delve into salacious acts, even though we don't notice anything but ourselves once we start necking. Do people even use that term anymore?
Last Sunday evening a rare celestial occurrence took place where the moon was at its closest to us, the Earf (Earth for you ghetto impaired), and entered the Earf's shadow, a lunar eclipse, which some call a blood moon for the red-orange color it takes on. Sunday night's blood moon was the last of a series of four called a tetrad, which doesn't happen very often. In a phrase, a super bloody moon eclipse!
I went to my local inspiration point to witness this phenomena and was met with hundreds of others waiting for the blood moon to appear from the clouds. And I was amazed. Many had brought their tripods and thousand-dollar cameras. Others brought their telescopes. Everyone stood at the edge of the precipice, waiting.
Where the hell is it? someone yelled.
Others left because the moon took its time making its appearance. C'mon! How dare the moon make us wait! We got shows to watch. It's a Sunday night!
A father led his family away, saying to his blonde pre-teen daughter who didn't want to leave, "Do you see anything? I don't." Ah...father knows best.
One of my friends, who opted out of seeing the blood moon, saw a picture I had sent to a group chat and said, "Looks like the moon to me." Meaning, there was nothing special about Sunday night's viewing. He had laundry to do, so he couldn't make it. Serious.
As the night wore on, the crowd started to thin. Glimpses of the red celestial body peeked through, but the clouds had blocked our view like a curtain guarding the star of the show. I told my girlfriend to be patient. It'll come out. This event wasn't like an explosion. It was a two-hour show. And sure enough, the clouds slowly parted, the moon rose, and gave those of us patient enough a view of a rare but beautiful occurrence.
It would take another hour and a half or so for the moon to escape the Earf's shadow, but there's beauty in that. That shadow was us. How often do we see that? Most people will go their whole lives never having seen the Earth's shadow. I mean, how often do we take the time to see the moon in any phase? How often do we see a sunrise or a sunset? Hell, how often do we look up from our smart phones?
A woman on Facebook wrote, "It's just a moon. Not even super."
I wanted to slap that woman. Are we that arrogant to not enjoy and dismiss the simple and free pleasures of life?
By the end of the eclipse, only a few stragglers were left...
I'm at a loss for words. I'm into tech, I love cars, I love movies, books, I prowl Apple news sites, I can't tear my eyes away from a good MMA fight, but I respect nature. Not because I have to. I think it's part of human nature to. Since the caveman days, we've painted about nature, wondered about a higher power, thought about how life came to be, marveled at the points of light in the evening sky. OK. I guess I have some words. This is an article, so having no words doesn't translate well.
I remember watching a surfer ride the waves, and afterward, he said, "I conquered nature!" No, pal. Nature let you live. For now.