Singular moments in history, at least during my life.

I remember it, not very well, but I do. I remember my father getting me up out of bed and herding my sister and I outside in the middle of the night. Was the house on fire? Did the carbon monoxide alarm go off? Were secret assassin ninjas attacking to steal my father's schematics for some new invention?

Nope. Haley's comet was making it's appearance, as it does about every 75 years. It was the best night to see it with the naked eye. from my sleepy state, I recall my father explaining about the tails, the visibility, and how we may have a chance to see it again in our lifetime, but that most people wouldn't. He patiently expalined all of the what's, hows and whos about Haley's comet to a half-awake 9 year old. But I did listen, and some things stuck.

In my 9-year-old brain, I didn't truly grasp the significance of the event. But since then, I have. And I am glad that my father had me standing outside in February freezing my back-side off looking at a celestial ball of ice making it's way through the night sky.

Which is why, last night, I got myself out of bed and went to stand outside in my pj's, freezing my back-side off, to look up into the sky to see a Lunar eclipse on the winter solstice. At 3am. Something that I will most likely never see again.

Yes, it didn't look any different from most lunar eclipses, but it was significant. It is a moment in history that won't come again for many years. When things line up in a combination that create a beautiful and peaceful moment. The point is, I saw it. A singular moment in history that will never EXACTLY be repeated. And once again, it was cold out.