The only one my arms will hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked to the moon it turned to gold
Frank Sinatra, “Blue Moon”
Waiting for the blue moon to rise was a treat.
It sure took its pretty ‘ol time climbing over the horizon. The MoonCalendar app on my phone said the event was happening at 8:44 p.m. The moon’s golden top did not break the treeline on Anderson Island until about 8:57, a full 13 minutes later.
Once it did, it rose quickly.
The oohs and aahs on our bank were as loud as the barred owl’s hoot.
This was a neighborhood event along Drayton Passage. A handful of people lined the banks with cameras and refreshing beverages in hand.
We knew it was coming. Yet when it did, it still was surprisingly spectacular.
Good morning Longbranch.