Oh, but to be a RoadBroad eyeballing this moon view at the Temple of Apollo in Corinth, Greece!
That red‐orange orb, captured earlier today, is a Super Blood Wolf Moon. The same image, sans the Temple, will rise across North America at 11:16 p.m., Houston time. Add an hour for the Yankees. Subtract two for the Westies.
With clear skies and cold temperatures forecast, it promises a memorable night of sky viewing. Lasting an hour long, it’s the last of its kind until 2021.
The description “super blood” comes not from astronomers but from copywriters. Two reasons why:
Who wants to say “total lunar eclipse” when the moon’s orange‐red color looks like, well, blood?
‘Super’ slides in because the moon looks 14 percent larger than normal. It’s closer to Earth than usual for an eclipse. But it’s not actually bigger.
Ancient peoples dubbed the first full moon of the year as Wolf Moon. All that wolf howling in January. Why? High mating season for wolves. In the cold?
All these factoids led DH, the astronomy buff, to inform me that we won’t need his telescope for lunar viewing tonight. This big, bright, wolf moon requires only binoculars. Good. Easier maneuvering out the back window. Warmer, too.
Staying up after midnight might be problematic. Make that ‘will be.’
This Wolf Moon correlates perfectly with the man I married. He’s a real‐life Wolf. But my love doesn’t howl. Not in January. And never in public.
But I almost howled last week when a knock‐me‐flat cold did just that. Onset came less than 24 hours after a career‐rejuvenating writing intensive. Did the virus have something to do with completing a novel outline, consolidating 31 chapter opens/closes, locking down 11 character descriptions, and setting a first‐draft completion date—all in only four days?
The question brings me to the real point of this entire blog post about tonight’s moon.
Full moons offer completion. End of a cycle, stage, or phase. Pick your word. Astrologers say full moons are a perfect time to celebrate growth, note progress, and reflect on how far you’ve come.
Now cold‐recovered, I’m celebrating, noting, and reflecting.
And through the magic promised on this blog on January 1st, I’m starting over.
Happy New Year, January 20th.
Three months from Final‐First‐Draft Day.
Here we go…again.
Second chances always offer my best results.