Oops... somehow Thursday came and went and I forgot to post something. Here is a little quote to celebrate the blue moon. I found it on Goodreads, so I cannot really vouch for its veracity. However, I liked the quote ... and I found this little tidbit about the purported author who was allegedly was the mistress of a Russian spy. Maybe the back story of this quote is even better than the quote, I don't know.
“Tell me the story... About how the sun loved
the moon so much... That she died every night... Just to let him breathe...”