Wolf Moon

A full moon in January has such an evocative name.

Think of it; the silence of a deep-cold night, lit in long blue shadows by a giant moon, broken by the chilling sound of a howling wolf. Prey that is anywhere in its echo will hunker down deeper, seek darker shadows, hope for the best. Food is scarce, and you yourself might just become the next meal.

Even if you are living in the city, it makes you feel utterly alone, like only fear can do. It reminds you of a time past when walls were thin, food was hard-won and light was only for the sky to dictate.

And that is all in the power of a name.