Monday, March 9, 2015
Last week, we experienced a gorgeous full moon. It was particularly spectacular when it hung low above the tundra. I took like a million photos.
At one point I started to get frostbite on my fingers and my camera battery was dying, but I kept on taking pictures.
The werewolf comes stepping along
He doesn't even break the branches where he's gone once
I saw him in the moonlight when the bats were flying
I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying
How i loved the man, as i teared off his clothes
How nobody knows
When i see that it's risen, that full moon again .
..All through the night, until the light of day,
And we are doomed to play