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  • I can howl at the moon freely now. I don't need to feel self concious, I don't need to hold it in. A fat glowing moon calls for you to lift your head to the sky and howl or moo or shout or meow...just for the hell of it. Now I know I'm not alone. Thanks Hawkeye, I know now that the howling buisness is not just my burden alone.

    The moon has a way of transforming into a magnet, it can pull your voice from your chest in one joyous sound. Usually a howl. For me at least, this phenomenon requires a warm night, a big glowing full-moon, and a good mood. Then you can let it all out.
    Adults may constrain themselves of this act. It comes across too foolish; but everyone's got to be foolish at some point! On the other hand, younger kids don't resist. They might seek shelter before letting it out, to escape being pinpointed.

    A human howl is a rare sound. But I've come across it, even pinpointed the howler. Like the time walking back home from a walk one June night, I was a second from crossing the street, when from behind me came that wonderful unrealistic sound. Glancing behind, I followed the path of the sound, up, up to a second-story window, where in the gloom I made out a little kid (I've seen him in a stroller on the street sometimes. name is Max) leaning out his window and mooing/howling his heart out.

    I was touched. truly. I've never seen or heard a human howl since then (about two years ago), and I'm beginning to think it's a once-in-a life time thing. But, going back to that night, I was thinking about calling out to the boy, but didn't. I Let him carry on howling. It was beautiful. Besides, it looked like he was trying to stay hidden. So crossing the deserted street, I trekked up our driveway, got on top of one of the cars, and howled a long, heart-felt response; half to the boy, and half to the shining moon above.

    Howling is really an exhilerating experience. For those of you who can't remember the last time you've ever mooed challenge to the moon, I ask for you to go outside tonight, find an isolated spot if you must, and just scream to the sky, in any way you wish. Empty it all out. Anything you've kept inside yourself, All those secrets and pain, let out in an encrypt howl or moo or shout, and let your burdens be carried away by the wind.
    Or just howl for the fun of it.
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