The Full Moon is staring right in my window, like a great eye looking at me. Strangely I feel seen by it. It’s electrifying. Driving home tonight an owl flew in front of my car and landed on a tree next to the road, stopping to stare at me. I stopped the car and stared back. What do these eyes of the night see? I want to know. There is some magic in the air and I want in on the secret.