I think millions of things when I gaze at a full moon. I think of my wolf brethren and imagine the thrill of the hunt.. running together. If I feel the presence of a wolf anywhere near, sometimes I howl for it. Very rarely though... Im hardly ever in the right area anymore. But in Alaska... they would howl back. And I miss it

I also think of how it is the very first step in the most magnanimous cosmic odyssey we humans have yet to take. And one that I hope to be a part of. And possibly even a forerunner in... I would love to get abducted.. taught the ways and languages of an alien lifeform.. see the other side of my galaxy... I want to experience EVERYTHING.

Then my brain goes off into billions of tangents in trillions of directions, all at the same fuckin time. It gets overwhelming sometimes.