For 99% of the year I am firmly set in a rhythm of predawn wake-ups — obssesed with watching the sun rise — and tucked inbed weellllll before midnight. The other one percent I trade my stalking of daybreak for inky nighttime skies when the moon puts on a remarkably super show.
November’s full “Beaver/Frost” moon earlier in the week was the second of three consecutive supermoons of this year. The supermoon occurs when a new or full moon is at its closest approach to Earth in orbit — normally a distance of about 238,900 miles, the gap narrowed on Monday by more than 17,000 miles. A phenomenon not seen for 68 years!
In addition to being closer and brighter, the full supermoon is a fittingly autumnal amber upon rising, then fades to the usual buttery white as it climbs higher. Though dense, low cloud cover obstructed my views on Monday and Tuesday, I did catch a glimpse of the creamy, almost-full giant as it set behind a stand of tall loblolly pines early Sunday morning.
Maybe it was sleep deprivation, but my mind wandered as I watched, conjuring visions of golden coconut macaroons. Perfectly domed and big enough to fill the palm of my hand. #superm[acar]oons