Moon stories in powdered white
One Full Moon a bunch of people, both friends and strangers put paint on our faces. We then went to the Charles River and went to this cluster of trees that I found just that morning.
Moon stories were told and we howled very proudly! The Charles River was iced over (this was January) and everything was smothered in powdered white. It was so beautiful! And everything was just feeling the Full Moon’s presence and glee.
It was a magnificent affair! I remember feeling so refreshed the next day …