The wolves howl longer and louder in January to attract a mate, and the Wolf Full Moon has just dropped below the horizon. Parts of me howl from within, trying to attract what they need. The ground shakes, the foundations prove to be unsustainable. Once again, I topple off another false pedestal of my own making. It still hurts when I hit the ground but down here I can see what really matters. I get humble. I grow. Feet on the ground Ben. Keep going.