Most may see a blue moon. I saw a dance of black and white. About a ten minute window before she tucked herself in for the night beneath the quilt of clouds. A fleeting moment feeling like a kid who opens a Christmas gift from Santa only to find socks. Then to discover socks can become puppets when placed on your hand. Socks can let you slide over the kitchen floor. Socks balled up inside of socks make a most interesting weapon against your big brother who takes the last cookie. Just kidding with the last one. Ok, not kidding. I did, however, grow out of such aggression. But I digress….

Most may see a blue moon. I do hope her display gifted a smile. I saw a glorious dance of black and white. I bowed to the playful ghost moon who gifted ten minutes of peek-a-boo.  A most perfect gift…and so were the socks.