Mostly clear skies this morning made for a wonderful last occultation of Aldebaran till 2033. I stood along the shore of Lake Superior in Duluth and contemplated for a moment what that year might look like should I be fortunate enough to live so long. When the image of a man steadying himself with a cane flashed by, 2018 bonked me back to the moment.
The crescent moon rose squished like someone had tried to pinch the horns together; Aldebaran shined just below its lower left edge. I couldn’t see the star with the naked eye, but binoculars showed it along with some extra red coloration from low altitude. The moon, a beautiful cantaloupe orange, cast a dagger-like path across the water. The bright part on the left was the reflection from the sunlit crescent; the fainter, wider portion from the ghostly, earth-lit half of the moon.