Last night, we had one of those spontaneous, magical moments that seem to happen when you least expect it. Around 8:30, Bruce had the fire roaring, and the warmth of the flames paired perfectly with the cool, crisp air. Wrapped snugly in our fleeces, we settled in for what was shaping up to be a peaceful evening under the stars.
But this wasn’t just any evening—it was a night to witness the Blood Moon, and we weren’t alone in our celestial adventure. My parents and Erin joined us, turning what was supposed to be a quiet evening into an impromptu gathering.
Just as we were getting cozy, the clouds began to roll in, threatening to spoil our view of the moon. For a moment, we worried that our little celebration would be over before it even began. But there was no need to fret. The clouds danced in and out, but they never fully covered the night sky. We were treated to a spectacular show, the Blood Moon glowing ominously red through the breaks in the clouds.
It wasn’t a perfect, clear-sky night, but in many ways, that made it more memorable. The unpredictability of the weather only added to the thrill, and sharing it with family made the experience even more special. The laughter around the fire, the awe in our voices as the moon peaked through, and the warmth of being together made this impromptu gathering one to remember.
The Blood Moon gave us a show, but it was the company that truly made the night magical.