I woke up at 4:45am to go watch the lunar eclipse with my dad the other day. He brought a home-made coffee service in a basket. We sat on the beach in our sleeping bags and watched a white moon turn rusty orange/red before disappearing behind so much atmosphere as the sun rose.
There weren’t many people out there, but of those people, everyone was in twos or threes because waking up before dawn to stare at the moon for over an hour in the biting cold would be unbearable without company. Dad and I laid down and chatted between binocular viewings of the eclipse, which looked somewhat apocalyptic. I was warm and tired, but happy to be chatting with my dad, participating in something he was enthusiastic about.