It was 4 am. I woke up last night for no real reason and go to the kitchen for something to drink. I notice how bright and amazing the moon looked. Clouds moving past as if out of a werewolf movie. Next thing I realize, I'm standing barefoot in my backyard taking pictures of the sky. Growling and howling that I can't find the right exposure setting to really capture it.
The neighbors must think I'm a lunatic. Maybe I'll just tell 'em I've been cursed by an old Gypsy woman.