I went outdoors last night. It just so happened to be one of those nights where sleep just wouldn’t come. I’m not sure why—I woke up from a dream in a panic, but I couldn’t remember the dream itself. Just an uneasy feeling lingered throughout the early part of the evening.
That uneasy feeling had one benefit, though: I was awake to witness the blood-red moon eclipse.
What made it special wasn’t just the eclipse itself, but the slow-motion dance of the Earth’s shadow creeping across the moon, transforming it into that eerie red glow. It wasn’t just the moon that took on the color—it was the whole sky, bathed in a deep crimson hue. More than anything, that aura gave the night an apocalyptic vibe.
I’ve seen plenty of photographs today, but none of them truly do it justice. Pictures can capture an image, but seeing it with your own eyes? That’s where the magic is.
What made this event even rarer for Eastern Pennsylvania was the clear sky. No clouds, no rain, no storms, no snow—just crisp air with an early spring feel. It seems like every celestial event in recent memory has been obscured by bad weather, but not this time. This time, the dreadful, dark, blood-red moon hung over us, a stark reminder of space and science—or, depending on your beliefs, a sign of Armageddon and biblical prophecy.
But let’s ignore the biblical prophecies for now—after all, we’re still here. And as far as I can tell, nobody was raptured.
Happy Friday.
