The Pulchritude Of A Full Moon.

 A gorgeous light is shone.

Early on this morning when I took the dog ( yes, he is in the dog-house at the moment having tried to nip me ) for a walk, all was well with the world. All ills and disasters forgotten under the romantic torch of a full moon.

Well, it seemed full to me although it could have been the day before. Seeing the darkness of an early morning lit up by the sporadic clearing of the clouds moving past the full-ish moon was absolutely magical. 

Houses previously normal and ordinary had a breath of romance brought to them by the glow of this moon. The war memorial's statue almost seemed lit up from inside, so much so that I had to do a double take when we meandered past.

The odd dog gave a ghoulish moon-time inspired howl, enough to set off our little canine terror! No, don't fear, he is safe with us but honestly, at times he does try my patience with his insistence of showing his might through the power of his sharp teeth. Still am faster than he is...

Full moon tends to interrupt sleep patterns and I don't know whether it be from the phase of the planetary orbit or by the brilliant light bursting through windows.  There are worse ills than not sleeping through a night and just for good measure scary horror movies are shown on most tv channels. Yes, I watched one last night- The Snow Man by Jo Nesbo, and it was a nice way to while the night away. Of course the real horror had to do with how old the actor Val Kilmer had become, he who was an idol of my youth....

Full moon, a special time abundantly seen throughout the year.

Biggi