This evening, I will note the sublime synchronicity here — gossamer-like, and gracefully twisting, the dark-amber, almost cinnamon hued Cassini (at least as seen by these eyes, in the perpetual half-light that is Saturn, and her moons). . . will this weekend make her final close fly-by of the haze-shrouded big moon Titan.
[It seems I too will make a derivative-equations-laced version, of such a final fly-by, within hours of that time — but in our own southern states.] This has put me in mind of ways to best handle things that come naturally, but sweetly. . . to their ends. As all good things. . . do.
So as we often are wont, on such occasions, we will offer some poetry, welded to an image of that moment [click it to enlarge] — and a solid space science video, after the NASA pull-quote. Do enjoy, the wonder here offered:
. . . .NASA’s Cassini spacecraft will make its final close flyby of Saturn’s haze-enshrouded moon Titan this weekend. The flyby marks the mission’s final opportunity for up-close observations of the lakes and seas of liquid hydrocarbons that spread across the moon’s northern polar region, and the last chance to use its powerful radar to pierce the haze and make detailed images of the surface.
Closest approach to Titan is planned for 11:08 p.m. PDT on April 21 (2:08 a.m. EDT April 22). During the encounter, Cassini will pass as close as 608 miles (979 kilometers) above Titan’s surface at a speed of about 13,000 mph (21,000 kph).
The flyby is also the gateway to Cassini’s Grand Finale — a final set of 22 orbits that pass between the planet and its rings, ending with a plunge into Saturn on Sept. 15 that will end the mission. During the close pass on April 21, Titan’s gravity will bend Cassini’s orbit around Saturn, shrinking it slightly, so that instead of passing just outside the rings, the spacecraft will begin its finale dives which pass just inside the rings. . . .
So do treat each other well, whilst I’m twisting around Alabama — for if you do not, I will know of it, via astro-dynamics — and come visit, as a shipwreck — amongst those shepherded orbital ellipses — smile. . . .[Subsequently — oh my. My ‘Hawks looked awful last night. Congrats to the Preds. Next year. Always next year.]