January 30, 2010
White Dog and I watched the Wolf Moon rise last night over the buildings. It was the biggest and brightest moon that we will experience this entire year and the fact that it occurred in January made it very special in folklore. The moon was stupendous and we both felt its pull. Later, during their prebed walk Steve and White Dog again experienced its magic. After their tour of the neighborhood, both stood in the front yard. White Dog turned nose into the wind and head thrown back so that she could stare at the glowing orb; she then let out a slow and mournful howl. Steve said the act was so primitive and beautifully ancient that it sent shivers down his spine. Very early this morning the two headed to the Park to greet the rising sun and to howl the moon to sleep.