Frosty Moon

Last night was the November full moon - the Beaver Moon, but also known as the Snow Moon, the Tree Moon,  and the Frosty Moon.  Frosty was the right term for last night.  Here in Maine, Thanksgiving was warm and moist - in the sixties.  Then, a cold front howled through on Thursday evening.  By last night the temperature had plummeted to 18 degrees.  I stayed up late playing Myst, re-reading my journal from a year ago when I was sailing in the trade winds, and designing a new weblog to hold my dreams.  The old dog, who loves a full moon, bothered me to go out about 11:30.  I stood shivering in the doorway as the moonlight bathed the yard in silver.  This morning the bathroom tiles were icy and the fields were rimed with a hard frost.  Winter has slipped in with the Frosty Moon.