I didn’t see the moon last night. Wanted to. Tried. But the cloud cover was too dense. I felt it though. Again. Early morning pull. So…Harvest Moon with Crow is finished. Crow came about, as happens, on its own. Woven figure morphing a bit and then outside…loud, insistent, continuous–CROWS. I was deep into the cloth and it took a bit for me to surface, for me to hear–for Crows to get my attention. And when I stopped to really listen…to listen and acknowledge their presence…I found myself following thread again as 8 crows formed on the cloth. Eight little crows and one originator. And so cloth, as it does, changed quickly from focus on moon to moon and crow. The dance.