MAN VS. WOLF

Now that I have your attention; let me assure you that we are not going to talk about man’s battle with any species of wildlife.  Too many opinions, neither particularly right or particularly wrong.

Have you ever looked into the full moon?   Hoping to find the mysterious man residing there; you remember the man I’m speaking of.   He is the one of folklore, childhood tales, love songs and I suppose many other stories I don’t recall.  I’ve never seen him, I can almost see him if I look very hard, but in my mind’s eye, I always see a wolf waiting for release in the full moon.

During the last full moon, my wolf was there in all his ferocious glory.   I was asked about the man’s face in the moon, his eyes and mouth were said to be clearly visible.   I really tried to see him and had to admit that I could not, but I told them about the wolf residing there.   They could not see the wolf and the laughter implicated it was my personality producing the wolf in my mind’s eye.   Maybe, maybe not.

I don’t know if you had the opportunity to view the beauty of the August full moon, if not you missed a glorious sight.   I was fortunate enough to watch the moon rise over the magical movement of the ocean for several nights and I must admit that while I have watched the moon grace the water numerous times before, I was captured by the August full moon.  Perhaps it was the moon itself, the beautiful beach, or the company I had.

As the moon climbed in the evening sky, the light of the beams shining down created a stairway to the water.  The narrow beam that started directly beneath the moon expanded to a luminous path reaching the shoreline.  For a moment, I could see how one would be tempted to walk the gleaming water to explore the moon hoping to find if it was man or wolf residing there.

As I lay on a blanket beneath the moonlight, listening to the waves wash ashore, simply enjoying the serenity of the night.  I marveled at the chance my mystic wolf would transverse the path between his celestial home and the beauty of the beach.   Of course, I knew the wolf would remain high in the sky, gazing from his lunar palace.  He had to enjoy the breathtaking view of the water washing on the shore, the ghost crabs performing their unique dance and the sand dunes rolling gently in the background.  Why would he leave the beauty of his view?

Despite the August night, the damp sand beneath my blanket and beach breeze combined to chill me.   I resisted leaving the spectacular sight of the moonlit stairway stretching from the full moon to the moving water and my mystic wolf looking down on me as I soaked in the tranquility of a perfect night of beauty.  Reluctantly I rose and collected my belongings and as I looked over my shoulder for one last glimpse of the scene that would fill my dreams, I could have sworn my wolf shifted in his shining home.   Did he hate to see me leave as much as I hated to go?  I wondered.   Does the man you see in the full moon react with such emotion?

SGHR