The Full Moon
Remy had to admit that the Montana wilderness, what little he could see from his window, was actually quite beautiful in a wild, raw, way that was completely different from the shimmering skyline of his urban home. Here, bare tree branches danced by the thousands, swaying in a spring breeze beneath a sky that was a mottling of neon pink and navy blue, streaked with orange and yellow. Here, the clouds were clouds and not airplane chem trails or inner city smog.
He’d noticed it while he was out with Tara, the cleaner smells, the fresher air, but now it was the view from his window that was taking his breath away.
Even though the Council was planning a large ceremony for the full moon, Remy still changed into sweats and a loose shirt, foregoing socks completely. Comfort and e
