The Eclipse (1975)

I remember that hot July night we sat huddled on the highest hill in West St. Paul, pulling blankets tight against the relentless assault of mosquitoes, despite the humid heat. And we watched as the Moon eclipsed planet Mars. For forty minutes, the Moon loomed, blood-red, a counterfeit Mars, so close to our questing eyes, our minds were deceived. We reached out to you, Mars! With our hearts, we reached out - stretching toward you, yearning for contact! Then, the moment passed, and the Moon was once again just the Moon, and we were....