Apparently a supermoon is a full moon or a new moon that nearly coincides with perigee – the closest that the Moon comes to the earth in its elliptical orbit.
The technical name is perigee syzygy.
The things you can learn from Wikipedia.
I also did not know that the term supermoon is astrological in origin not astronomical.
We’ve all heard tales and myths related to full moons so I won’t go into those just now.
Anyway, two nights ago I awoke in my dark bedroom, and tried to go back to sleep but could not.
I felt a call. No, not of nature. Well sort of I guess.
I didn’t feel particularly drowsy so I heeded the call. I looked at the clock on the stove. How odd, it was 3:05 a.m. Now I am not sure why I thought that odd, except I seldom wake all alert mid might.
I took the photo you see here from my living room. Actually, I wish I had taken a photo of the living room as it was bathed in light. Like day light. But it was moon light.
I spent some time with the moon, because it seemed the decent thing to do. Then happy and content went off to bed.
The whole thing was quite lovely.
I remember wondering how the moon would appear to JB, a world apart, and tonight on our usual Saturday/Sunday FaceTime she told me she had experienced the same thing. She had come home that evening and found her living room awash in light. (At different times of the day, er, night, from me of course.
So the only thing I can say from here at North of 43 is …Again, the whole thing seemed quite lovely.