As my luck would have it, I got cloud cover in my part of the world during the lunar eclipse and resulting blood moon this past evening. We really need the soaking rains that the cloud cover promises, and I am still waiting for that event as I write this. But with the wonder of technology I was able to watch the eclipse live via computer and a link to the Canary Islands' observatory. If one got tired of the British commentary in the background (which actually I did not) then one could turn off the sound and just observe the slow transformation of this heavenly body.
"The English proper name for Earth's natural satellite is "the Moon". The noun moon derives from moone (around 1380), which developed from mone (1135), which derives from Old English mōna (dating from before 725), which, like all Germanic language cognates, ultimately stems from Proto-Germanic *mǣnōn." according to Wiki.
"Mona" has danced with us in her separate orbit that began with a giant impact on earth...before you and I were born. Even though my show was via a computer screen, her dance of the red veils was most romantic and exciting. Eclipses always show the roundness of the gal which tends to get lost when we observe her flat and luminescent glow on most nights.
We become so small when we get to observe this vast universe in its magic moments such as these. We have to look up from our telephones, TV screens, and Google glasses to see the world as it has been long before we began to change its patterns. (And I do get the irony of that statement.) And, of course, the moon has observed us all in our tiny dances and efforts and remains passive and beautiful in spite of our conceited attempt at moving mountains.