The moon has a face like a clock in the hall;

She shines on thieves on the garden wall, 

On streets and fields and harbour quays,

And birdies asleep in the fork of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, 

The howling dog by the door of the house.

The bat that lies in bed at noon, 

All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day

Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;

And flowers and children close their eyes

Till up in the morning the sun shall rise. 

-Robert Louis Stevenson-

As I glanced over at the mountainside on a cold evening, I saw an orange ball of light rising behind it, and it shone brightly and illuminated the sky around it red. At first I wasn’t sure what it was, I thought I was looking at the sun setting, but a glance at the clock proved me wrong quickly. It was the moon, as improbable as it seemed to me, because it looked so big and bright. Sadly no picture taken from a phone could ever do the sight justice, but it was a very cool moment to experience. As the night went on, the moon rose higher into the sky and turned bluish-white, with a halo of light around it. Everything was slightly illuminated by the moonlight, it gave a peaceful sense of beauty to the night.