The Wolf Moon

I remember January’s full moon from my childhood. My parents owned a cabin in southern Indiana back in the days when it was actually common to have an inch or more of snow on the ground through that cold month. This cabin had no heat and no indoor plumbing, which meant the inevitable trip to the outhouse before turning in for the night. I can remember the moon rising over the ridgeline, shining coldly through the bare trees. She wore a crown, a bluish-white moonbow that marked her standing as the cold and mysterious queen of the night, and her hard light cowed the billions of stars that populated the heavens.

January is the time of the Wolf Moon and if you’re in the right place, and you go out to look at the moon tonight, you might just hear a wolf howling up to the queen of the night sky. Here’s a little info about the Wolf Moon from Old Farmer’s Almanac.