Imagine a bright moon, a calm night and the echoes of wolves howling at a full moon. The mere thot runs shivers down my spine. Then imagine getting a photo of that iconic scene. Priceless.
But suddenly the image is exploded by the ruthless pin of reality. It turns out I’ve howled at the moon more often than wolves. Mr. Internet, the consummate spoil sport, tells me howling wolves are actually communicating with each other. The moon just happens to be lighting up the night for these nocturnal creatures.
I may be disappointed, but I am undeterred. l still plan on occasionally howling at the moon if I feel like it. Somebody has to.