“Get up and come downstairs. I have to show you something.”
I grumble as I stumble out of bed. It’s after 11. I’ve been happily and comfortably in dreamland for more than an hour. I’m not thrilled about being violently ripped from it and dragged out of bed. I have to be up by 5:30 in the morning. I need my sleep.
“It’ll be worth it. I promise. This is the closest it’s been in fifteen years!”
It better be, I think as I groggily follow him down the stairs, through the living room, kitchen, office and finally out the back door to the small wooden deck. He has my telescope set up on the deck, pointed at the sky. I see the moon through some trees and think that can’t be what he’s about to show me.
And I’m right.
“Look through here, but don’t touch it,” he says, indicating the eyepiece atop the telescope. I’m too tired and wobbly on my feet to see clearly without touching the eyepiece, so I do anyway, despite the warnings. The image before me clears. I’m looking at Jupiter. “Do you see the moons?”
I don’t. Not right away. I focus my eyes a little better as I become more awake. Then I see three tiny lights surrounding the planet. They’re definitely not stars. I can’t see them without the telescope. These are definitely three of Jupiter’s moons.
That was definitely worth it, I think as I stumble back up the stairs and fall back into bed.