Tag: nature

  • The 6pm moon

    A month ago, just as the sky softened into evening, I looked up—and there it was. The first quarter moon, exactly where I’d predicted, peeking through the clouds. I felt a small, quiet thrill: I was right.

    Until then, the moon always seemed so random – sometimes it’s on one side of the sky, sometimes the other, sometimes missing altogether.  I could only catch glimpses out my city windows or between buildings. What it looked like, and where, and when, was unpredictable, like the weather or the news.

    But surely there’s a pattern, like clockwork – like calendar-work. It’s just a sphere flying around another sphere. Of course there is. So here’s the secret that will brighten your day next time you look up: you will always see the same phases of the moon at the same part of the sky at the same time of the day, anywhere in the world.

    Try it. 

    At 6pm, when you are on your way home or heading out the door, look for the “waxing crescent,” the first sliver of light after the black “new” moon. It will be on the western horizon in the setting sun.  The new moon will have just passed in front of the sun (if it lines up perfectly we get an eclipse); it makes sense that the early crescent phase is still hugging close to where the sun has just set. 

    A week later, as the moon continues its journey around the earth, the half-lit “first quarter” moon will be overhead at 6pm.

    A week later, at 6pm, the full moon can be seen rising on the eastern horizon.  That makes sense too – for the moon to be full, it must face the sun head full on, from the opposite side of the earth. As the sun sets, the full moon rises, like in a puppet show.

    And then for two weeks on your way home from whatever you are doing at 6pm, you won’t see the moon at all.  That 6pm moon is blocked by the earth under your feet.  Goodnight moon.

    The moon is still there, of course.  If you miss seeing it, just wait until later in the night or get up early to watch it glide.

    You don’t have to look for the moon only at 6pm. You can trace its chariot across the night sky. It will, always, rise in the east. Just like the sun. Of course it does — the earth rolls it into view, and the earth only rolls in one direction.

    The moon won’t be perfectly overhead, both thanks to where you are standing, the moon’s askew orbit around the earth, and the sharp 23 degrees of earth’s tilt.  It will instead travel near the same seasonal paths that the sun travels – but half a year behind.  The low December sun in London dots behind buildings near my home even at midday; the moon will sneak behind those same buildings this June and be hard to spot in the bright summer evenings.

    Just as the moon is lowest in the summer, it rises highest in the winter. I suspect that’s part of the excitement of October’s Halloween or autumn harvest moons: not only are the days suddenly much darker as the full moon rises in the east, but the moon also shoots up higher in the sky.

    Summer is coming now, and I thought I shouldn’t publish this post; I thought you won’t be able to see the moon. But the emoji culture of the moon being a night-time-only phenomenon is just wrong. Yes, the full moon sets as the sun rises, so isn’t visible in the day. Yes, the sun is so bright that it makes seeing a new moon impossible and a nearby crescent moon hard.

    But our eyes are amazing at detecting contrast. The moon’s edge is sharp; the sky is uniform; our brains are built for that. Not all parts of the day sky are equally bright, as you’ll kind of know if you’ve squinted taking a photo facing the sun. A blue sky on the other side of the sky might be a hundred times dimmer than near the sun. Moisture in the atmosphere smears light across the sky, sometimes smudging the line between the moon and the sky, sometimes blocking it entirely. 

    But if the sky is crisp and dry, if the moon’s path rises high enough to clear buildings or nature near you, and if the moon is not a full moon or too blindingly close to the sun, you will see it at some point during the day.  The moon is not just a night-time friend.

    At twilight, we notice it the most, as our eyes adjust and the contrast between day and night starkly flips. As your light-sensing street lights flick on, the moon pops into life. Your brain hardly registers how dramatic that drop in light is; you find yourself sitting in a dark room squinting at your screen, unaware daylight has faded. But the light levels outside have plummeted a million-fold. By night, even a dim crescent moon is ten times as bright as the rest of the night sky and a full moon a hundred times. 

    Now you know where to look for the moon, look more closely at its shadows.  The bright half faces the sun, which sets to the west.  Waxing (i.e. getting bigger) evening moons, like the crescent or half moons, will always be bright on that western right side (in the northern hemisphere). That evening crescent C moon you’ve been drawing for years? It should always be a backwards C!  (The American children’s book “Guess How Much I Love You” gets this wrong. It should really say, “I love you to the moon and … backwards!”)

    The reflected light tells us where to find the sun; the shadow tells us where to find North. The moon’s shadows cut across from its south pole to north pole.  Since our north pole is roughly in line with the moon’s, you can trace the moon’s pole north up to find our own north. You can find your way home.

    Sometimes, you can see not just the shadow as a cut in the night sky, but a dark orb showing our entire rocky space buddy. That is the marvellous “earthshine”: light that bounces off our clouds and oceans and ice caps, rebounds off the dusty soil of the moon, and ends up back in your eyeball. All that photon pinballing, just for you. Wicked!

    As for the dark side of the moon: there is no dark side. All sides of the moon rotate into the sun, once a month. (To find true darkness, space explorers need to find shadowed craters.)

    The weather, politics, trees, health, people – these are complex things, hard to understand, hard to predict. But the moon?

    The moon is always there for us, predictable, a partner to our dance. It’s more than a sibling or pet, it’s really a clone: 4.5 billion years ago, a Mars-sized mass hit our planet, splitting us into the earth and the moon, and knocking us askew. (NASA has an amazing simulation of this event here.) We are all moon dust.

    So now, I hope you share my comfort and joy at knowing right where the moon is and where it’s going. At 6pm, it’ll either be a setting backwards C in the western sunset, a right-handed half circle above our heads, a full moon rising in the east, or sleeping under our feet. It’ll rise high in the winter and low in the summer. It’ll be there, day and night. We’ll see it, even during the day, unless it’s blocked from view or glared out by the clouds and sun.

    We always know where to find it. And even if we can’t see it today, it’ll always rise again.

  • The Bravery of Trees

    If you need a role model for bravery, look up at trees.

    Every autumn, they take the leaves that define them, that give them energy and life, and just drop them, confident that they will come back again.

    It wasn’t always this way. As trees expanded to colder climates, they had a problem: ice.  When the ground freezes, so does the water in it. There’s water, water everywhere but not a (liquid) drop to drink. Leaves evaporate water, so to conserve water, you need to lose the leaves. (Being leafless also helps conserve energy during the dark months and reduce storm damage.)  They bravely know that even without their leaves, they are still trees.

    I have thought of the bravery of trees often.  Two summers ago, I got Covid for the third or fourth time, which left me with the whole-body energy-limiting illness of Long Covid. I took time off work to recover and then ramped back to full time, only to find that my body wasn’t well enough for it. So, I have stopped working to focus on recovery. I sit now, resting. I’ve had to give up a lot of things beyond work too that define me and give me energy and life.

    A tree without my leaves.

    Doctors prescribe “deep rest” for this illness to give your body a chance to heal itself. So at least once a day, I go outside, without my phone, to sit. Ideally I find a spot of sunshine by the canal where we live in London.  You can call it meditation or mindfulness, but basically, I do nothing for as long as possible.

    As I sit, the trees sit too.

    And like me, they aren’t really doing nothing.

    I’ve recently learned just how brave trees are, beyond just losing their leaves, in Tristan Gooley’s mind-opening book, How to Read a Tree.

    Trees bravely seek light. They don’t do it in a calculated, conservative, bureaucratic way, though. They are entrepreneurial risk takers: they grow a hundred branches out to see which ones catch enough light. The ones that get sun grow leaves; the ones that find shade are cut off from the rest of the tree and die.

    They are good at finding light. In front of me right now is a young tree sprouting branches straight up, into the rays of light that fall just above the building shadow, even in the low UK winter sun. Along the canal, the branches reach into the glorious open space of light above the water; in time the pull of the sunshine is so strong that their trunks lean toward the canal. You can see it along sidewalks, as trees stretch toward the bright middle of the street.

    Many branches seek light out to the side. But just like it’s tiring to hold your arms out to your side, supporting branches sideways takes huge strength. So trees have a fix, which Gooley summarises as “more wood.” Look at where a large branch meets the trunk and you’ll see a reinforced “branch collar,” helping push or pull the branch up. This branch collar wood is so strong, apparently, that in olden days people used it for axe handles.  I love the idea that trees bravely take on challenges, like growing horizontal branches, knowing they will grow strong enough to deal with it.

    You can see the history of a tree’s bravery too, forever etched in its shape. Trees can only grow more or let bits die; they can’t move. And they usually only grow from the top; a branch that was eye level ten years ago will still be eye level today. So why don’t all trunks have those original low branches anymore? What happened?

    Just like the shaded entrepreneurial branches, some branches that they needed early in life no longer serve them and are gone.  Perhaps they were shaded by another tree. Or more likely, by their own newer branches. Trees are good at bravely letting go of things that no longer serve them.

    They don’t totally forget them though. You can see the “eyes” where lost branches used to be along the trunk. Trees respect their own history.

    The more branches grow up top, the more water and support they need from below. The trees’ solution? More wood! The trunk grows thicker every year to support more branches up above.  So trunk width tells you more about the tree’s age than its height does: trees grow thicker as they get older. As a rough rule of thumb, a tree grows about an inch in circumference a year.  Your hug diameter (wingspan) is about your height. So if you can just touch your fingertips together when you hug a tree and are 5’8” (68 inches or 175 cm), the tree is probably 60-70 years old.  As trees age, they get stronger.

    And they get particularly strong if they’ve been through some tough times. If something happens to the tree, especially to the apical branch that coordinates its branching behaviour, branch buds are at the ready to start all over again. Chop off the head of the tree, and they will sprout like crazy just near the base of the trunk as a Hail Mary. Wait a while, and you may see some of these crazy twigs grow into two or more trunks from the same root base.  (When done on purpose this is “coppicing.”) Trees are unafraid to start over.

    You can see this tree’s history of hardship just by looking at it, if you know how. Maybe as a baby sapling the tree got nibbled by a deer; so instead of one clean trunk, it sprouted a messy few.  You can see its happiness too: if you come across a tree shaped so perfectly it looks like a child’s drawing, then it probably had an uneventful, happy childhood with lots of sun.

    Our brave trees don’t stop when it’s easy. Trees go up to seek the sun, but the instant they break even a few inches above other trees or buildings, they are exposed to a huge increase in wind at their vulnerable top. The tree’s solution? More wood! Our brave trees don’t stop growing taller; instead they grow more wood around their base to secure themselves.

    Sometimes, all that reinforcement – their thickening trunk, their thickening base, their branch collars – isn’t enough.  The outside world just becomes too much and they get hurt. Maybe the wind became too much for it at some point; the tree might have splintered deep inside its trunk, which causes long vertical cracks. Or maybe a branch broke off under the weight of an ice storm. The tree’s fix? More wood! It will thicken the trunk around those injuries, keep calm and carry on. Now you know how to look, you can see these moments of profound bravery for the rest of their lives in vertical ridges or odd shaped reinforced lumps.

    Being brave means doing things that are difficult even when you are scared or they are hard; being “ready to face and endure danger or pain”.  It means preparing for the future, and responding to life as it happens. It means getting stronger in response to things being hard.

    It is how trees seek light, knowing they will fail most of the times, but putting out hundreds of branches anyway.

    It’s growing your trunk thicker each year to be able to take on more weight and support more life.

    It’s seeking sunlight, even when that exposes you to wind.

    It’s about reinforcing your base when you finally reach so high that you are exposed to those winds.

    It’s letting go of branches that helped you in your earlier life, and recognising when they no longer serve you.

    It’s being unafraid to start all the way over when it’s clear that things aren’t working out.

    And it’s confidently letting go of the things that define you most for a time, knowing that, when it’s all over there will be a spring again.