It was a little chilly when the lunar eclipse happened, so I set an alarm every ten minutes so we could go out watch the moon slowly disappear.
At 8:35 when the moon was about to be fully eclipsed, we bundled up and went outside to watch the last glimpse of the moon turn be transformed into the dark blood orange ball in the sky.
Our girl asked the eternal question echoed throughout the millennia, is the moon gone forever?
Fortunately with the foreknowledge of science I could confidently assure her this was just a temporary thing, but indeed it was an odd feeling to watch the moon be slowly swallowed up.
An hour later, I took her out one last time to show a sliver of the moon slowly emerging behind the eclipse as we went off to bed.