My First Purple Moon

The full moon was dark purple just a half hour ago in the smoke from the Florida wildfires. It was only slightly brighter than the pre-dawn sky around it as if nature experienced a brown-out. To my knowledge there are no fires within fifty miles, but they are on three sides of us. When the when blows from any direction but that of the Atlantic Ocean, we smell smoke and have for more than a week now. Little man, in the form of a handful of arsonists, has colluded with dry and windy nature to create something powerful and newsworthy and home-destroying.

I get a purple moon.