It wasn't just because it was the second moon in the month that made it a blue moon. And it wasn't just because it was the fourth moon in a season that was only supposed to get three.
This moon was blue because it was the last moon of the first summer I could remember being this happy.
So me and the Mariner sat on the benches by Stuy Town's fountain and watched the moon glow from behind the clouds, waiting for it to peek through.
The clouds were winning.
Finally, we gave up and headed home. Maybe there was something good or stupid or both on TV to end the day and make our brains slow down. But by the time we got to First Avenue, the sky unfolded before our eyes and while waves of bodies poured around us staring at their cell phones, we watched the best show in town.
