Lunatic

Have you ever felt the urge to howl at the moon? Trust me - it's there. I was just stunned by the sheer brilliance and (for want of a better word) roundness of the moon this evening - utterly gobsmacked. So round, so perfect; its silvery sheen casting a spell over me - so I begin to sing...'When the night has come and the land is dark and the moon is the only light we'll see...no I won't be afraid - no I won't be afraid - just as long as you stand, stand by me...' The moonlight is enchanting. I tend to notice it quite often but tonight's warranted some firm blog-raving about the beauty of the moon. Entranced.