No wonder medieval people freaked out at lunar eclipses. I suppose if you had no scientific knowledge to interpret such an event, and it occurred unexpectedly, it would be a little unsettling.
Frankly, I’m glad I could even see the supermoon eclipse, as I am notoriously poor at spotting all things heavenly. Also, some of my Virginia friends were unable to see it, while others could. There was a lot of cloud cover to pass over my little stretch of the Commonwealth’s rolling dark Autumn hills, but high winds let that darkening lunar eye peek cravenly and intermittently past it, down at me. The “blood moon” effect was achieved, unless I’m seeing things — that red “haze” was visible at the eclipse’s height.
The photo you see below is not my own; I abruptly accosted a stranger on the Facebook wall of horror writer and editor Wednesday Lee Friday. (Thank you for the shot, Kleopatra Daravingas!) 🙂
[UPDATE: Dammit …. you know what would have been a more clever headline, even if only Stephen King fans would have gotten it? “M-O-O-N — that spells ‘moon.'”]

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