I can never fully commit to loving fall because it has winter so close at its heels, but I do appreciate the perfect fall days when they come - it's hard to beat sunny and 70s.
A few weeks ago we had the supermoon lunar eclipse - otherwise known as the blood moon - as did the rest of the world. My roommates and friends and I went out to the grass across the street to watch it. I have to say I was pretty disappointed. Yes, it had an orangey tint, but it was pretty small and not very blood red. I saw some pictures taken from other parts of the world and it looks like they got a much more exhilarating show than we did. We had fun, though. Carrie played us lots of songs having to do with moons, my personal favorite being "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival. We also had the opportunity to talk to some of our neighbors who came out for a bit.
The next day, the sunset was out-of-this-world, lighting up the whole sky with color. It was the kind of sunset that makes you just stop whatever you're doing and watch because it feels disrespectful not to. I couldn't help but think it was the sun's way of showing the world who's really boss - certainly not some barely orange, once-every-thirty-years blood moon.
That night, our neighborhood association put on a pretty fabulous block party. There were bands, vendors, a bonfire, games, and food. The decorations were fabulous and it was a great lively event, even though we had to dress up like it was winter time.