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Anyways, that night I still decided to look around and see if there was anything I could notice, because I know there was something else that stood out.
Five minutes passed...
Ten minutes passed...
time was just passing. But I still waited around because I wanted to see something instead of an plain black sky.
Around 9:30ish I saw something. Something twinkly. A star. It was on the left side of my window, right on top of the light pole. It was just standing there. That was the one and only star I saw that night. I mean I did see couple airplanes flew by. But instead of that I only saw a start, No moon, no nothing.
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On September 15th 2014, is when I realized that stars are not always in a star shape. I actually did a little research on the star shapes. And it proves that stars are not in the star shape. Every stars have different shapes."The star Achernar (Alpha Eridani) was found to be the flattest star."
I actually want to get a telescope and look in more depth about the stars and moon.
Sunday, 21 September, 2014, Oh my god! It was ridiculously smoky outside. It was hard to even see the house across my house. The sky it was impossible to see anything on there, but the sky looked pinkish maybe kind of orange to me it was a just a different color but it was beautiful. Obviously the smoked covered all the stars and moon. I didn't see any.
On Wednesday 24th September, 2014 I was sitting out in my backyard, swinging on my swing with my paper and pen in my hand writing down my observations, counting the stars close to the moon there was only about 4 stars that was close to the moon by the way. But anyways as I was writing everything down I saw a flashing lights going across the sky and the light fades out too. It was the first time me, observing that light. And after that day I been noticing the light going across every night. I wonder why? How is doing it? But my goal is to figure out the purpose behind the light.
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| By: Hetva Patel Flashing Light Field Notes 09/24 |
I think this a beautiful poetry by Christina Rossetti
about the moon. It grabbed my attention real quick.
Is the moon tired? she looks so pale
Within her misty veil:
She scales the sky from east to west,
And takes no rest.
Before the coming of the night
The moon shows papery white;
Before the dawning of the day
She fades away. From Sing-Song by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)
