What day is today

Last night the moon was almost full. We are bereft of street lights here at the homestead. So I sat and watched the night for a time. The light was so bright and so dim they way moonlight is. They way it comes trickling across the dark side of the earth. Blue and washed out white, like a can of white paint dumped into a busy ocean. The shadows are long and the blackness looks illimitable between the pines and oaks and maples. Those spaces look like the entrance to deep tunnels or maybe thin inky membranes between us and darkness.
There are possibilities out there in the dark. At least that is what I tell myself as I watch the night. Last night was one of those nights. Something hiding in the dark. Hiding in the woods. But here is the thing, here is my lament. I don’t necessarily believe there is. I read once that H. P. Lovecraft was an atheist. What’s more he had no belief in anything supernatural at all. No ghosts, or werewolves or zombies walking the Haitian night. He just liked the stories.
Me, I am like “Fox Mulder”, I want to believe. Aliens, that makes perfect sense to me. I believe that there are aliens in the universe. Of course they would only be aliens when they came visiting here. At home I suppose they might be called (insert alien language here). But I digress. Honestly, I don’t see how there isn’t life on other planets. Especially since we are finding all sorts of planets that are well within the possible distance from their solar center to have water and atmosphere and therefore life. So I think that an infinite universe means infinite forms of life.
But Ghosts, demons, fey? I don’t know. I do love the stories though. And I hope there are. I sometimes believe and sometimes not. What can I say.