maybe this is what an answer to prayer feels like, a sudden freedom from needing to pray. POW (new nickname) is unchained, status "all is well".

Wolves appear to be howling at the moon, but what they are really doing is howling to one another. They howl to greet, to celebrate, to warn and most often simply to find one another. Under the first supermoon of the new year, who is it you would like to reach? Send your signal to the moon and it just might land in the heart of another.

I just want to howl. And howl and howl and howl. Nobody needs me to do otherwise, or wants anything from me, or has anything for me. I could howl out a sonic boom with no intention at all except to let it fly from this throat.