पौर्णिमा…

Full moon…

The full moon is still calling me. This is the second autumn moon rising. Only one more and winter is here. A fat, yellow moon covered in clouds is creeping higher and higher over a jagged horizon. I cannot tell whether that dark wall he is looking over is the actual line of hills and trees or just another thick cloudbank. I am not familiar with this new scenery. And I already miss the friendly town and city by the bay and seaside. What am I doing here? Bromford is always on my mind. And I am playing the were-wolf here in the rural woods…

And always remember…

We all look at the same side of the moon…