I'm suffering extreme nostalgia, mixed with a huge dose of wanderlust tonight. There's a lunar eclipse this evening, and I realized that the last time I experienced this amazing sight, I was on a plane headed for Russia with nine other eighteen-year-olds and two chaperones. The eclipse was on one side of the plane, the Hale-Bop (sp?) comet on the other, and our seats were scattered all over. Much to the annoyance of passengers who could actually sleep, we used our dispersed seating to get a full view of both celestial phenomena, playing musical chairs from one side of the plane to the other.

Oh, to leave again...