Werewolf Moon

Were I a werewolf, the moon tonight would be howl-worthy...

I remembered to take out the trash, late. Or early, depending on your point-of-view. Outside, the air was unsettled, wearing a swirled mask of Spring warmth. Clouds, moving fast in a sky cast almost day-white. The Moon: Triumphant. That vivid fullness pushed the shadows down deep. Fallen leaves swirled in it, their most tiny details, visible.

Earlier, an icy ring haloed that pale and perfect disk; now the moon hides and reveals behind gothic heaps of white and luminous purple.

Such a vivid, swirling and light-filled night...