I’m just responding to a recent WordPress Daily Prompt: “When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.”
It’s not that I’m so different. It’s not like I turn into a werewolf or anything. It’s not like I get drunk after only one glass of wine, when the moon’s full. Or start behaving like Linda Blair in The Exorcist.
No, it’s nothing like that. I am just aware of its presence. Even if I don’t look up and see it. I just know it’s there. Hanging over me like a curtain. A weight. A pressure. A weirdness. A nuisance. A trouble-maker. A Continue reading