On Thursday the child and I had to be somewhere around sunset. We do not normally see this daily event for two reasons. One, I (and by extension she) am normally never anywhere at sunset but at home: me usually logging miles around the floorspace in the kitchen, she usually joining me or doing her own thing. And two, there’s a forest across the street that prohibits our seeing this daily occurrence. Anyway, this Thursday sun as it set was HUGE. Like, light-up-the-sky-and-think-it’s-on-fire enormous. Has anyone else noticed this?
“It must be perihelion,” I told her. “We’re as close to the sun as we’re going to get this year.”
“But why is it so cold if it’s so close?” she asked. (Seeing the sun set in the lake in the heat of Summer, that sun is tiny.)
“I don’t know,” I said. “But you should find out,” I told her.
On the way home that evening she saw the moon. “I see the wolf moon!” she said. I’ve taught her the names of all 13 full moons. (The full moon is actually tonight but I certainly wasn’t going to rain on her parade.) Because we live in the country and the sky is unobstructed and light-pollution free, I figured we all need to be a bit more aware of the heavens above. This was something we all used to know, to be aware of, just like canning and cheesemaking and gardening…