To be a lunatic is to be influenced by the moon, and not in a societally approved way. To see the full moon is still a moment of awe if my dinner companions' reactions last night are a measure.
Naturally women seem to react more strongly to the full moon than men who continue to dig in to their pasta with barely a grunt. After all, the moon does this every month doesn't it? Away from civilization's veneer the phases of the moon make quite a difference to one's life style. Lacking electricity a full moon can mean the ability to get around much more easily after dark.
Tides are influenced by the proximity of the moon and even though it's a quarter of a million miles away it's has enough pull to move water across the surface of the Earth, Coriolis be damned.
Can it be a coincidence that women cycle monthly just like the moon? Probably not because it was the women at table that were spun round to watch the full moon rise last night.
When I was a child in Italy the peasants wouldn't cut down saplings to make ladders if the moon was waning. They said the wood would rot prematurely unless the tree was cut with the moon waxing. If you believe in ghosts that shouldn't be too hard to take should it? Of course I was sceptical but I wasn't the one doing the cutting.
That long brown wiggly line in the photo above marks the extent of the most recent high tide at the Ramrod Pool where the waters rising from the left have pushed seaweed ahead and deposited it as shown.
A full moon is no guarantee of rain but it looked possible this morning. Nothing much came of those clouds in my neighborhood.
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