Red October
In the driveway I stood. My feet bare and cold on the wet concrete. Watching the wisps of purple grey clouds trying to hide the moon as it darkened. Cast in red. I stood watching thinking through the centuries of others who watched. Seeking knowledge, cowering in fear. How alone I felt, staring at that sphere. Hearing the cars go by and the shouts from the softball game across the street. All of us unaware of what the other was missing. In the end the clouds won, taking the red harvest moon from me.

On the other hand...
Red October moon + Red Sox= the curse is over!