We love the night and its quiet; and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds. ~Fitz-James O’Brien
I remember walking home one night from class, my freshman year in college. My fellow class and dorm mate was crossing campus with me under a huge, impossibly bright, full moon. We paused outside of Scripps Cottage to drink it in, gazing at the sky, and my friend laughed and said, “What if there were people on the moon, gazing back at us on Earth, saying, ‘What a beautiful Earth it is tonight?'”
I think about that almost every time I look at a moonlit sky, and smile.