Honey Moon Rising
by Mark Hahn
It’s easy for me to fall into the fears of superstitions — Friday the 13th, the full moon or any other know convergence that’s suspected of triggering bad luck. I can make up my own. I do this all the time. Sometimes things come true. Sometimes things go bad. Sometimes I think I know why.
Last Friday, it was the full moon on Friday the 13th. Something already rare. Somehow it didn’t seem to touch me. For once, I knew it was going to be OK. There wasn’t even a shadow cast across my spirit to make me think there would be anything bad coming from this alignment.
During this month of the summer solstice, the moon is at its lowest in the sky. This keeps the lunar orb close to the horizon and makes it appear more amber than normal. This distinctive amber color is why this moon is called the Honey Moon.
We drove out across the Dragoons from Benson AZ to watch the Honey Moon rise over the desert. At first it looked like it might be fires on the distant mountains, but once it broke through the clouds it was clearly the moon. Watching it climb into the sky was pure magic — one of the most beautiful nights ever. These are some photos of the Honey Moon rising over the desert.