When the moon is full, the city changes. It’s not always the same kind of change, either, because it also depends on the season.
Usually, there is a dance around the time of the full moon, and people swear that they feel the moon. Usually it’s this visual thing, where they go to the window, and watch, as it rises, gravid and faintly orangey, above the skyscrapers downtown.
The women seem to dance with an extra energy, not an excited energy, but somehow urgent, as if something is supposed to happen. It’s the same thing out on the streets. Crowds of people walking around, looking for…. something. Sometimes they’ll get rowdy and walk right up to your car, as you wait at a red light, and stare in, a strange luminescense coming through their eyes.
It’s pretty creepy. My wife doesn’t go out after dark when the moon is full. I don’t mind. But then, I change, too. Maybe. I feel somehow stronger, and if I go running, I can run for hours, which I normally can’t do. My sense of smell grows more acute, and when I pass by other people, I can tell how they are feeling by the way they smell. Sometimes the women smell…. well, better not go there.
There are a lot of posers about the full moon. They’ll joke and try to scare you. I don’t have to do that. I know the full moon, inside, and out.