Stared at the final supermoon of the year last night.

Waited for the dense energy that normally is felt whenever a whole moon is up. Normally, neighbors’ dogs are barking, raiding, hunting. Neighborous humans go also on the prowl; Meth’d out and talking to the trees; Standing at the road, waiting for a car to drop off a resupply.

It wasn’t that type of moon, this time.

Dogs were content. Humans, quiet and contained. The energy was easy to be in. Everything felt happy.

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