The cloudy skies cleared here in Chicagoland, and we got a good view of the total lunar eclipse. I understand the mechanics of it, but it's still odd to behold.
So there I was, looking at the moon go dark, and I was thinking that the moon was having a total eclipse of the sun while we were having a total eclipse of the moon. Except there's no one on the moon to see it. Someday.
I mentioned to my wife that it took me a while to figure that out - that whenever we have a lunar eclipse, the moon has a solar one.
"It's obvious," she said, "once you picture it in your mind."
"I had to diagram it," I said.
"Diagram it?!" she exclaimed.
Ah, well. Where was my vaunted male visual-spatial superiority?
So we stared at the moon's darkening as a shared experience, enjoying the spectacle of the Keplerian planetary system in action. And to think people used to freak out when this happened, imagining the cosmos had come unhinged when in fact it was right on schedule.
Rhyme of the Day:
Used to cause panics.