I don't think many things rank higher than star gazing in the ranks of unrequited love. Same for planet gazing.
I looked at the moon for quite awhile tonight, trying to line up where the Americans landed in the 70's but I couldn't really line much of the landmarks up with my map. One problem, surprisingly, was that the moon was actually too bright. I have a 4.5 inch mirror on my Celestron telescope and it grabs too much light to be good for looking at a full moon. Still, I spent about 15 minutes staring.
I tried to imagine myself standing up there, exposed to a day much sunnier than the brightest blazing noonday sun on Earth.
I tried to imagine what we'd see from Earth during a large meteor impact event on the moon.
I wondered if the astronauts left any "blue bags" behind, the first interplanetary coprolites.
I wondered if anyone ever slept much up there, and if so, what they dreamed about.
I wondered which the orbiting 3rd man felt more of: envy for the guys going down or loneliness in anticipation of spending a day as the most isolated member of the human race.
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