Baby's first blood moon
chase · Sun, Sep 27, 2015Tonight there was a blood moon: a full, bright, red moon low in the sky, which the world won’t see again for another 18 years.
We wrapped Milo in a thick blanket and walked up to our rooftop to see it. San Francisco’s cloud cover is notorious for obstructing things like this (see also: fireworks on the 4th of July), so we weren’t sure we’d have any luck, but once we looked in the right direction it was plain as day.
A few neighbors were there too, and we chatted with them as we collectively fawned over Milo and the moon. We said that in another 18 years, we’d be looking at the same blood moon with Milo and we’d have to explain to her why it was special, and how it so neatly bookended her adolescence. Misty aptly pointed out that at 18 her adolescence might still be in full force, and last thing she’d want to be doing is staring at the moon with her parents.
Will it really go that fast?, I wonder. But then I know it will.