A blood moon?
I ‘d never heard of such a thing. A blood moon? Really?
I wanted to stay up and see it. It might be a once in a lifetime thing.
How can I pass up a once in a lifetime thing?
A blood moon! Those probably only happens once in, once in a, um . . . well, once in a blue moon.
Eh, but, you know; the eclipse didn’t start until so late in the night.
Lucie and I struggled to stay up.
We looked at the moon once around ten. It shined bright and normal.
We checked again around 11 and the eclipse had just started, maybe, sort of.
We dragged ourselves out at 11:30 and the moon was half eclipsed but not really red at all.
Then we went to sleep.
I felt kind of guilty. I gave up on this maybe once in a lifetime opportunity.
But life goes on and, hey! I did, at least, manage to get a photo:
Well, no, it’s not the moon.
It’s the foil from the bottle of wine Lucie and I shared with dinner.
But it’s round.
And it’s red.