The Super Blood Moon: A Celestial Event
On Sunday night I decided to go for an evening skate down to the Charles River to experience the combined super blood moon, a happening that won't line up again until 2033. I opened my door and saw the neighborhood kids frolicking on their bikes and scooters, excited to be playing at night. Their parents stood together in the street watching the moon above the houses. "It's definitely more eclipsed than it was before.." I heard one mother say while rocking a baby in her arms.
I rode down my street and stopped at the corner to take in my first glimpse. The eclipse was shining in it's early stages in the evening sky and the shadow of the earth was slowly making it's way. Suddenly a dude on a bike rode by and looked at me as he yelled "SUPER MOOOOOON!" Meanwhile, a girl across the street was paying no attention to her footsteps, eyes glued on the moon as she walked. I continued on towards the river and continued to see many people taking an opportunity to drink in the moon. The energy was buzzing around Boston and I came to the realization that people all around the world were directing their focus towards this sky as well.
I came to a bridge over the Charles that was full of people. An old woman fumbled with a large camera; a young couple held hands shared a gaze over the river as they walked; a group of people circled around an amateur telescope; a gypsy woman playing eclectic music on her little speaker; and myself -- a beanie wearing lone wolf cruising on his skateboard to capture all of this. The moon had caused our convergence on the bridge. At this point the eclipse was nearly 3/4 complete and the last light of the sun's reflection resembled a small flame on the surface of the moon, ever so slowly being extinguished by the syncing up of the massive celestial bodies that make up our world.
I continued along the Charles and found a nice spot to sit in the grass amongst some of my fellow Bostonians. There were a lot of people out here too. Groups large and small passed around bottles of wine amongst bustling conversation; couples entwined on their blankets; photographers with their tripods and long lenses; a line of people leaned over the railing of the bridge over the river; a homeless man looked up from his comfortable bench. Now I could feel the true magnitude of the event.
We are united by the seed of wonder. Sitting out there, I could feel the collective bond of humanity. The common ground we all share is this: life will never cease to fascinating. It doesn't matter where you come from, what language you speak, or what you believe -- this moon holds the power to pull our energy towards it as it pulls the tides of our oceans. And in it, we are united. It glowed as a beacon in the sky to serve as a beautiful reminder of the magic of existence. The last light of the sun's reflection whispered out into the night and the deep red began to clarify. It was simply beautiful.
I laid on my skateboard for a time entranced by that moon, feeling gratitude for the opportunity to feast my eyes on such a thing with my brothers and sisters of the world.