Full Moon

Full moon last night. Did you unplug and go outside? It was clear down in Mankato, where I was, with less light pollution than the cities. I visited a friend who lives on the top of the river valley much of Mankato sits in. I sat on a bench that looked out at the moonlit valley, and I heard some hardy geese honking down below. I've always had a thing for the moon; maybe I'm one-eighth werewolf the way some folks are one-eighth Native American. Every time I see the moon for the first time in the evening I stop in my tracks, look up, and take a deep breath. I can remember several crucial incidents in my life in which the moon played a part, not merely as a set piece but almost as a character in its own right.

It was a beautiful night last night.