Bark at the Moon

I interrupt the "excitement" of my ankle arthroscopy for a brief post on the virtues of celestial bodies, specifically those endowed on this evening’s full moon as it cast a blue-white spotlight on the slender pines as they yawed slowly back and forth in the night air.

In the distance hounds howled in a symphony as everything took on a certain wildness that can only be realized when the moon is at its fullest.

If only for but a moment the bitter January air yielded to a milder wind that pushed translucent clouds across the moon's face creating ever changing images of light and shadow.

To the Moon and all of it's phases, Wild indeed...