Lunarlust
A lone, cold stare from the yellow-white moon peered wordlessly over the bleakness of the Carpathian Mountains, with only the faint howls of the wolves who sought both food and shelter from the wintry winds and faint snowfall threatening to blanket the Transyl-Romanian countryside; indeed, this rule by Nature herself was tolerated if not fully accepted and celebrated. Warmth from the newly-established April spring only made a brief presence in the stillness and chill of the mountains. Far into...