There are no werewolves or vampires out tonight…or at least that I can see. I do hear howling, but I think the ambulance siren I can just make out in the distance is the cause of that. It always seems to set off the neighbourhood dogs.
I’ve been waiting to take this shot since January. My new camera body, my big-arse lens (the one that lets me take photos of polar bears without getting eaten) and a clear night sky have finally come together. It’s not quite cold enough for my breath to billow white, but my beanie is pulled low over my brow nonetheless. As I set up the tripod to take the shot, my mind wanders to the fantastic.
It’s true what they say, you know: the moon brings out the crazy folk. After all, that’s how the term ‘lunatic’ came to be. But behind the myth and superstition, reality gets in the way of a good story. On those monthly rotations, when the moon overhead is full, more people are drawn into the night. It should come as no surprise that the number of fools increases in kind. A monthly stroll in the pale lunar light is more common than you might think.
But I won't be taking chances next time. I'll be packing the wolfsbane and garlic just in case!
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