Blowing Off The Blog

   Wednesday night is write night.  On write night, the ranch owner feeds the horses and Autumn sleeps under the stars in the pasture.  After work, I head directly to Starbucks to force on a second wind with a mega mocha.  Then I set up shop there with my laptop as I misspell my way through a blog until closing time.  Last week, I blew the whole routine off.  Instead of writing a blog I decided to make one. The Wolf Moon was rising full in a clear winter sky on that write night.  The January moon acquired its name of the Wolf due to wolf packs hungrily howling outside Indian villages in the cold and deep snows of midwinter.   
     The sun had exhausted itself from the sky as I saddled Autumn and led her into the woods. 



The sun's twilight, opposite the dawning moon. 
(Autumn's ear is poking into the scene on the right)

  We arrived at the first clearing just in time to watch the peach Wolf stalking Orion into the sky. 

The Wolf Moon to the left of Autumn's silhouetted ear. 
A tiny Jupiter is to the left of the moon.

    The moon rose high enough to spill its light over the trees onto the forest trails on the east side of the mountain.  Lilly and Shep, the ranch dogs, shepherded us into the darkness.  Lilly ran ahead to search out our path while Shep stayed close beside Autumn.  Under the shroud of darkness my balance found its true center in the saddle.  My hearing tuned itself through the pitch of the east wind to eavesdrop on  the finer whispers in the forest.  My eyes adjusted to the shades and shadows, giving the darkness its own colors.  Moonlight slipped between the trees.  Autumn and I flickered in and out of the silver scenes.  Left behind were the frames of our silent movie in her quiet foot falls.   
     When we reached the forest meadow, the sky was turning the pages of universe's epic story written in stars. The Gemini twins cradled Jupiter in their arms.  Taurus the bull had his fiery red eye, Aldebaran, on Orion, the sky's matador.  Auriga, the charioteer, who does not actually own a chariot, was up there hugging his two baby goats.  Pegasus, left us to gallop to the west as Autumn and I continued on to the east.
     We left the mythologies in the meadow as we slipped back into the eclipse of the firs.  The moon struggled to reach us in the heart of woods.  I gave Autumn her reins and let the rhythm of her strides calm my heartbeat.  I held a piece of her mane as if it were her hand as she carried us home.   

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