Creeping down the stairs in the dead of night attempting to locate the bathroom in a labyrinthine house in Hythe in 2017. The faint wash of the sea added to the subsequent blissful relief, and the elation of a quick ascent to a warm bed was foremost in my mind. Making my way over creaking floorboards, wending my way back to my nest I suddenly became aware I was being watched. Something in the dark was projecting a sinister and remorseless throb, which I felt on the skin, a kind of retinal Aurora borialis humming for me alone. I can say that I sensed its presence with a guttural intensity, in the way prey discern the shadowed forest around them. The hairs began to rise on the back of my neck, adrenal flight beckoned. Another step and a great and terrific scene appeared before me. The initial impact struck with such intensity it stopped me in my tracks. A vision of a primordial landscape with a solar horizon raining down over a world looked back at me. It was only after this first lunar assault that I registered what I can only describe as motions. Stepping closer these became writhing figures which appeared to be gesticulation, doing things I could not or did not want to fathom in the wolf light. I shivered and gave it a wide birth returned to the safety of my room.
Jack Donaldson 