The satellite sighting information sheet claimed I could see the space station on Friday, August 4 at 8:51 p.m. for five minutes at 20 above NNW. Outside and ready, my inner spirit jumping with exclamation points, I watched the night sky. Before and beyond the predicted minutes I watched, but I missed the “sighting opportunity,” knowing that others were hosting a star party and giving high-fives over an event that I missed.

Summer sunset at Lial Renewal Center

What I saw was the sky in its pinkish-orange pajamas, dark birds like shutting eyes above yawning clouds. All I saw was the moment between day and night, the miracle that happens every 24 hours. O God, your wonder takes my breath away. May I be attuned to such sightings every day. Let me catch a glimpse of at least one minute each day, and forgive me for missing the other 23 hours and 59 minutes.

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  1. Marilyn Antonini on August 28, 2012 at 12:59 am

    The beauty of the night sky always astounds me. One night this summer my son and I were out with his telescope and we did just happen to look up in the right place at the right time and see the International Space Station. Pretty cool! Oh, if we could just get along so well on Earth – that would truly be a miracle.

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