When I opened the shade over my head this morning the full moon was shining down on the bright white snow. It was gorgeous, a world of white and midnight blue. Did I take a picture? Of course not. I was nearly naked and freezing, but I wanted to tell you about it.
Full Wolf Moon – January Amid the cold and deep snows of midwinter, the wolf packs howled hungrily outside Indian villages. Thus, the name for January’s full Moon. Sometimes it was also referred to as the Old Moon, or the Moon After Yule. Some called it the Full Snow Moon, but most tribes applied that name to the next Moon. --from farmersalmanac.com