Thwarted again, again?

The waning moon is overhead on a beautiful, cloudless night, the kind I expect to enjoy here in Lubbock virtually every night. Virtually, because on the one special night, we of the Llano Estacado were draped in...fog. Horrible, thick fog that polluted my vision with diffuse sodium streetlight, and obscured even the moon. Yes, the moon, and the incipient lunar eclipse! Sh*t, piss, and corruption upon you, capricious weather. The last time I wanted to see the eclipse the same thing happened; this means that in my entire life I have never clearly seen an eclipse. That being said, the sight of a lunar eclipse is not an entirely special event, so common they are in...hmm...astronomical time. I will see another, discounting the chance of a horrible early death or loss of eyesight. No loss there, right?

The new goal, from my perspective, would not merely be to see an eclipse. It would be, in true space-faring style, to see it from the moon itself. As the sun is occluded, one would be bathed in the fiery glow of all Earth's sunrises at once. A red stellar halo. What luck that the apparent size of the Earth, Moon, and Sun are the same when viewed form each other! On Earth, the real show comes from solar eclipses, and rare they are for us flatlanders. On the moon, the lunar eclipse is not only prettier, but relatively common. Cheers!