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(Near) Full Moon. 95% illumination. Waxing Gibbous Phase. 46 º F. 3:00 to 3:15 am. April 29, 2026. Darien, CT. (@dkct25)
Moon 2025.03.13
a full moon
Spring moon at Ninomiya beach, by Kawase Hasui (1932)
She's as cold as ice.
Spring Moon by Kawase Hasui
Warm English spring evenings
He could smell the earth changing. Full of sweet, light freshness; overwhelming, even now, even while the bulk of the beast still slumbered beneath the damp ground.
He knew that the beast was slumbering beneath his skin, too, ready to burst out like those first green shoots. It wasn't long, now: less than a handful of hours before it arrived.
The first full moon of spring. They called it--
No. No matter what they called it. Don't think about it. Don't let it in.
But it would get in. Always powerful, always tugging, always pulling at him in a way the other new moons never did. The summer moons were long and languid. Winter moons were snappy and full of ice, autumn moons slow and sleepy and heavy. But spring... spring was life, and sap, and fresh blood.
His canines ached in his jaw as he peered from the window to watch the red gash of the setting sun vanish behind the trees.
Soon.
When his Love found him, he was locked rictus, his head bowed, his arms around his legs. When he uncurled from the root of himself, he knew it was too late.
His Love was on his knees beside him. "Already?"
His mouth was full of teeth and soil. He choked. He made a noise - a name, a gasp, a plea. He could feel tears stinging his eyes as his limbs began to warp. His skin furred, dirtied, slickened.
"Would you--"
"Anything. I--" His Love's hand was in his, but he could not grasp it, not like this, not with this body and this skin. "Anything."
His mouth contorted. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"
The moonlight burned. And locked in his lovers arms, he changed.
young love at midnight see how she kisses the earth sweet blushing spring moon
Photo and haiku by Amber Maitrejean