Moonlight

The sense of growing tension spreading throughout one's body. Scents of the forest and that which dwells upon it flooding the senses with a vividity that is unnatural. The need to feel the earth's scent surrounding one as if a blanket overwhelming. A thirst and hunger insatiable, but nevertheless irrelevant as the building pressure rises in one's chest. The desire to feel one's hair in the whispering wind, overpowering and relentless as the night drapes itself through the forest. The rising moon inhancing the eerie atmosphere of which one's breath pierces. Yet as the moon comes to it's fullest, one's control is lost, leaving one only with one's primal instinct, and the uncertainty of what is to come.