I wonder what you’re called? I thought as I peered up at the full moon. I was grateful for the moonlight as I walked the dog before work. I really need to invest in a headlamp and reflective clothing now that the days are getting shorter. Not only is it hard to clean up after the dog, it’s scary not to be seen by motorists in the morning.
Later in the day, I had a chance to look up the names for the October full moon. I discovered five, one of which is “Dying Grass Moon.” That one makes me melancholy.
Of course, the grass seems quite alive as I move my baggy-covered hand through it in search of dog poop.