Middle son alone joined scouting peers for a walk in the deep dusk yesterday evening. Youngest was guest at a Birthday party, oldest confined to snuffly bed.
Called out from work to be a taxi, whilst DW went out to practise her bowing muscles, proved to be an uncommon pleasure; otherwise I might have not gone out in the moonlight and had time to watch the stars and to drive the dark forest.
The moon was less than 24 hours past fullness and yet I met it with a gentle, reflective mood; no thought of howling. My inner wolf only surfaced behind the wheel, splashing through the flooded railway bridge and flying across the heaths, eyes peeled for large mammals on the way, but only finding a strolling toad to steer around.
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