apres Wolf Moon, home

We're a day or so past the first full moon of 2016, which the Native Americans and the colonists used to call the Full Wolf Moon, to "honor" the often frightful canids that would visit human settlements and be easily spotted howling in January. The wolves, of course, are long gone, but often enough, we're visited by their genes, which now reside in the Eastern Coyotes: the wolf-coyote hybrids well-established in our area. The Coy-Wolf Moon—we might consider updating the nomenclature—shown bright, even though it was no longer quite full, on the snow, and with warmer temperatures forecast for tomorrow and beyond, I went out for some night skiing before the white gift delivered by Winter Storm Jonas disappeared. The light was just right... for a cross-country workout. The coy-wolves were, blessedly, elsewhere.