The Moody Moon
It’s all fun and games until the new moon hits…
She’s waxing for some fun, swelling with light until she hip-bumps the stars out of the way. “Hey, my time to shine!” Somewhere, a werewolf howls. But after the party, she wanes and sulks, wobbling, and hiding part of her face. When she goes dark, the cosmos braces. Her pissy mood symptoms return.
