A cold front had swept the skies of the southern states clean, from Texas to The Smokey Mountains. Our MD-80 climbed steeply in the cool air it left behind, turning east a bright red light appeared on the horizon. A horizontal red neon glow.
Changing the course of our jet airliner toward Little Rock centered the illumination in our windscreen. Climbing in excess of three thousand feet per minute confounded the celestial equation. It helped animate the normal Lunar event. Refraction by the atmosphere further complicated the rule, coloring the blood red moon and making it appear oblong in shape. Gaining altitude caused it to shape shift from oblong to round.
Rising rapidly, from the combined forces of man and nature, it’s shape elongated one last time due to the atmosphere’s influence. And then the moon took it’s normal shape, now elevating in fast motion. Next, it’s pigmentation began a metamorphosis: remaining red at the bottom, the top of the imperfect circle began to turn orange.
Ascending at an incredible rate, the crown turned yellow and the equator orange. Tho, the moon’s base stubbornly clung to it’s red color. Finally free of the Earth’s interference, it’s reflection changed to the bone white, most people see from the surface of the planet.
Aviation reveals the universe like nothing else I know. It often comes unexpectedly, a storm rages across the country causing destruction in it’s path, while at the same time setting the stage for an incredible nocturnal sight.