The one that ends today was a week, let’s say, space. Because on Wednesday, when the wonder had not yet faded before the images of the universe revealed by the telescope james webbthere was a supermoon.

In every corner of the planet, the sunset in the middle of this week was different. Our satellite appeared early and especially powerful, 10% closer to Earth than it was and will be during this year.

In the northern hemisphere, the July supermoon is called the “Deer Moon” because it appears at the same time that young male deer grow new antlers. For those who live in these areas, the coincidence between both phenomena has spiritual resonances. It could be a reminder that there is always the possibility of a new beginning, a birth, a new opportunity.

It was a special week, days in which it was imposed to look at the sky, remember its beauty, accept its mystery, reconcile with the diminutiveness of our presence.

It’s not just a question of names. There, in the northern hemisphere, they had the honor of seeing it particularly bright and even – as this image taken on the shores of the Mediterranean shows – with an orange, almost red hue. A small nocturnal sun, a burning ember at the beginning of the night that little by little, as it separated from the horizon, would recover its usual whiteness.

It was a special week, days in which it was imposed to look at the sky, remember its beauty, accept its mystery, reconcile with the diminutiveness of our presence.

The James Webb showed us the overwhelming agglomeration of galaxies, the unprecedented colors of nebulae –and that fact: they are the remains of dying stars–, the infinite violence that presides over the emergence of stars, the voracity of black holes.

Far away and at the same time part of the immensity, our tiny steps, the houses by the sea, the look that in any city goes up to the sky and thinks of the different ways of the beyond.