Last night’s full moon, The Wolf Moon, threw my and Fate’s shadows on the driveway early this morning.
No one heard me, but Fate, as I lifted my head and howled at the moon.
I couldn’t help myself, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to do. Each howl felt better than the last, as they came from deeper inside me. The last one all the way from the bottom of my belly.
It felt so good, I can’t imagine why I’ve never done it before. I’ll be howling again on January 31 with the Blue Moon.