Super full perigee moon this weekend. This will be the first in almost 20 years and there won't be another for almost 20 years. Do you know where I was the last time we had one of these? I'm not really sure. I was 2-years-old. I was probably in Richmond, VA. Can I imagine where I will be for the next one? No idea.
I will probably be fatter, have more wrinkles. For all I know, I could be in a foreign country, covering a national crisis.
Maybe I will be barefoot, in the kitchen, with a bun in the oven -- and I'm not talking about a literal bun in an oven.
Will I be on my back, looking at the moon, surrounded by a passel of brats I call my children; or will I be in the arms of yet another lover; or will I be in Afghanistan, fearing for my life because the light of the moon exposes me to enemy eyes?
Maybe my imagination is getting away from me, but all these things could be possible . . . well kind of.
But my imagination is what comes to life when I look at the moon. Romance, mystery, atmosphere; the moon brings on so many feelings. A "super moon" will just intensify these feelings.
Wonder how crazy I will get?
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