Wolf moon
I woke up at gone five pm, head thick with a winter flu and realised I was curled on the bed inside a perfect pool of moonlight. I forgot it was the wolf moon, the first full of the year. It was light when I went to sleep - now deep navy blue out there. The decorations are still up. My page for resolutions is still empty, my head is full of snot instead. The searing white light, though, bounces off the house bricks: dazzling, illuminating the most uninteresting and painting it lovely. Even the UPVC windowsill has a slick of silver. The university halls shine like a brand new phone just out of its box. Steam dances out of a pipe in the wall, backlit by the overtly ripe and minty moon, whipping up into the night. How magical it all is, I think, wondering how long I can keep my fairy lights up. Let’s not worry about resolutions, it’s fine if the page is blank. Better to watch some steam dancing so bea...