Last night when I went on a "Once in a Blue Moon" night hike, I made a silly mistake:
I was wearing my prescription sunglasses when we left, and forgot to bring my regular glasses.
Watching the sun set through rose-colored lenses was not a bad experience, and even the moon and it's wispy dance with the marine layer was beautiful through the absent-mindedness-induced filter.
Given the significance I had placed on this Blue Moon as a marker in time, I could have looked upon my faux pas with great disappointment, but rather, it adds a fun twist to the experience: It forces me to think about the way perspective and filters affect the way we approach life.
Maybe my future is so bright I have to wear shades ;)
