These past couple of nights I have been sleeping in my study. Not as penance or pique but out of consideration for the upstairs residents. I have had a heavy cold all week and it has left me with a residual hacking cough designed to waken the dead. And if this picture aside looks a little Gothic, in a waking the dead kind of way, well it wouldn't be far wrong. My study has these light curtains, see through to let the light in and its not worth pulling them closed. So as I lay on my bed settee around 3.30 am last night's nearly full moon shone through the window and bathed me in light. Beautiful it was, cold and dark and ethereal but wonderful in its awesome brightness. And then the air changed; I could see her at the window; her yellowing teeth and pale red face peering inside with the ghostly pressence of Cathy coming back to haunt Thrushcroft Grange, "Let me in, let me..." and then she howled! If anyone has ever head a vixen howl through a full moonlit night they will know nothing resembles babies being murdered more - das unheimlich, a guttural, butter curdling scream of sheer terror. Of course its one of the great sights of nature. Even if we were separated by the glass of the door, standing face-to-face with a vixen in the wee small hours is a treat indeed, and I wrapped my self in my duvet and watched, as she flicked her tail then nonchalantly turned and headed back down the garden to stalk someone else's cat, dog or child. Vixens are so cock sure of themselves, she didn't even cast me a backward glance. But then I also remembered something in that wee small hour! Yes. Today’s November full moon is a Blue Moon. It isn’t blue in color; only blue in name – at least, by one definition. Tonight’s moon is the third of four full moons in a season and so the folklore name... well, you know what's coming next. Serendipity doesn't allow us to let moments like this pass, a crying vixen and a blue moon, das unheimlich indeed... (in ellipses)
These past couple of nights I have been sleeping in my study. Not as penance or pique but out of consideration for the upstairs residents. I have had a heavy cold all week and it has left me with a residual hacking cough designed to waken the dead. And if this picture aside looks a little Gothic, in a waking the dead kind of way, well it wouldn't be far wrong. My study has these light curtains, see through to let the light in and its not worth pulling them closed. So as I lay on my bed settee around 3.30 am last night's nearly full moon shone through the window and bathed me in light. Beautiful it was, cold and dark and ethereal but wonderful in its awesome brightness. And then the air changed; I could see her at the window; her yellowing teeth and pale red face peering inside with the ghostly pressence of Cathy coming back to haunt Thrushcroft Grange, "Let me in, let me..." and then she howled! If anyone has ever head a vixen howl through a full moonlit night they will know nothing resembles babies being murdered more - das unheimlich, a guttural, butter curdling scream of sheer terror. Of course its one of the great sights of nature. Even if we were separated by the glass of the door, standing face-to-face with a vixen in the wee small hours is a treat indeed, and I wrapped my self in my duvet and watched, as she flicked 
her tail then nonchalantly turned and headed back down the garden to stalk someone else's cat, dog or child. Vixens are so cock sure of themselves, she didn't even cast me a backward glance. But then I also remembered something in that wee small hour! Yes. Today’s November full moon is a Blue Moon. It isn’t blue in color; only blue in name – at least, by one definition. Tonight’s moon is the third of four full moons in a season and so the folklore name... well, you know what's coming next. Serendipity doesn't allow us to let moments like this pass, a crying vixen and a blue moon, das unheimlich indeed... (in ellipses)
