As the Pink Full Moon rises I harken back to the dawn of the day. Up and out by 5 am, on me morn walkie, my path lit by the yawning Seven Sisters fading, seeking their bed. I search the sky for a sign.
Allow me to digress. Early morning walks are important to me, are a part of me, and dare I say never cross my path during my sojourn in this sleepy town. It’s my time, down time, while I renew my self before a hectic day.
As I walked along one crisp morn I glanced up at the sky, which I’m prone to do, and spotted a brilliant light moving west to east. Being a skywatcher for years I already knew I live in Vector 37 and air travel is south to north. Hhhmmmmm I thought at the light still moving.
I hurried home, logged in and went to one of me faves, spaceweather.com. Yes, I’m addicted. Clicked on the Flybys link, entered my postal code and saw it. Aha! At that exact time ISS was flying over me. Wow! The International Space Station and I could see it from this wee place on planet earth. Well it became a challenge. From then on, I searched the heavens and was always delighted to see it passing by even seeing the familiar H form one lucky morn.
Fast forward………this morn I stopped to stretch in the drive and scanned. Ooooooo, there ya are! High above I could see it, ISS. It had a yellowish glow, and was moving faster then I’ve ever seen. Perhaps it was rushing to say hello to the sun as she woke, her aura reflecting on it. One never knows what goes on up there out of our sight. ;)