The wide, golden, unblinking eye of the moon tilted and gazed down at the tiny black ship and its two tired passengers. “Do you see that Clara?” I said, craning my neck to look up through the windshield at the night sky. “You see that moon?” There was an awed silence behind me. “It’s so bright. I can hardly look at it.” “Yeah…” I said, trying to focus on the highway, but still constantly aware of the massive ball hanging above us. “That’s called a supermoon. That means it’s as close as it can get to Earth. That’s why it looks so big. And it’s a blue moon tonight, too. Because it’s the second full moon in January.” “Oh!” she announced. “And Mom said…