Once in a blue moon...
A full moon may happen twice in one month. The world might look blue for just a night. You might get to see the very last show ever of a band you just discovered you loved. You also might get to ironically drink a Blue Moon on said night at said concert. Or yell at people from your car about how much you love Asheville or talk to guys in the back of pick up trucks at red lights. Or see your ex again and have to hug him and make small talk with him or feel your heart hurt and race and jump out of your skin. In some sense, I'm glad these things sometimes only happen occasionally. But sometimes I wish we'd realize the beauty of chance events and just savor them for their surprising, sweet rarity and be reminded to relish every single moment because when it's gone, who knows when and if it will come around again.