I arrived home, weary and ready for bed but as I crested the hill and saw the moon illuminating The Tree, I had to take a few minutes to photograph her. I set up the tripod and did a test shot. Adjust the exposure and did one more. It was good but wanted just one more. It was chilly out and coughed against the cool autumn air. Then I hear a yelp. I hit shutter. Then a full out howl and more yelping on the other side of the garden. I pick the tripod up and hustle back towards the house. A chorus of howling pups and adults sing begin their eerie tune as I listen from my deck.
The light of the moon guides me home. I walk the path slowly. Carefully. Ancient roots reach up from the trodden earth like tentacles trying to pull me down. In the distance, coyotes howl. A lonely loon answers with his mournful call and a mosquito buzzes in my ear. The air is thick from rain and smells like pine. Yes, the light of the moon has guided me home.