Thursday was an almost-blue-moon night. I was at a soccer game on the outskirts of town and got to watch the lunar rock slowly change from a pale white to a shiny silver. The more the sun faded, the brighter the moon became. It was quite the show.
In between the moon and sun there was me and the dog watching a soccer final. (Maybe this isn’t quite true. The dog was more into sniffing than watching And I don’t want to know about those bones I heard him crunching.) As the sun set in glorious prairie fashion, a swarm of Canada geese, who’d been feasting in a nearby field of recently cut wheat, rose up into the pink and purple sky. It was all quite soul-stirring. Makes me think of this great prairie song.
Throughout all this, of course, is the soccer game. The green team against the blue team, and I guess in the end, on the eve of a blue moon, the blue team had the advantage.
Prairie skies are special places - add a blue moon and it’s quite surreal.
I hear the next blue moon won’t happen until July, 2015. I plan to attend.
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