I’ve been an amateur astronomer most of my life, peaking in college when I had access to good telescopes and worked as an astronomy lab teaching assistant. I stargazed a few nights a week and really had it down.
One of the joys of being very familiar with some aspect of the natural world is recognizing something out of place that others might not. I remember being 12 and watching a crescent Moon rising in the east at sunset. The hairs on the back of my neck tingled. “That ain’t right!” Turns out the Moon was (properly) full and I’d caught a lunar eclipse in progress.
A friend who writes mystery novels let me read a draft. One of his characters stepped outside at 9 o’clock and saw a gibbous Moon in the southwest. “That ain’t right!” I told him that the Moon at that time and place would be a crescent, but if he meant to prove the witness was lying, well done! He changed it to a crescent.
A star where there should be no star is probably a planet, and its location, brightness and color announce which it is. The International Space Station moves briskly from west to east and, unlike an airplane, has no blinking lights. Comets don’t flash across the firmament like meteors, they appear stationary.
When it comes to the night sky, I have a well-honed sense that knows something is off before my conscious mind registers what it is. Then the fun begins.
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