The full moon lit an unexpectedly warm skate South of the river this evening and nobody lost it. Usually full moon's happen and nights transpire all over the place with a more haywire bent than usual. One time I recall four or five of us blearily recalling the events of the night before, each night's story independent of anyone elses, so four or five in total and each tale as out of keeping as the last. This was in Present, everyone trying to make sense of the night before as much as anything. Everyone was putting the puzzle pieces together, I remember Ash gleefully putting his finger in the air and exclaiming "full moon!" He was right too, this was a tame one just gone. I made sure my new diary has a lunar calendar in it so i'll keep you warned in future.
