Butwe，wholiveindoors，，.
Still，，hugeandyellowoverthehorizon，.
，，，，therisingmoon，hugeandredandgrotesquelymishappenbythedustandsweatofthesummeratmosphere，loomedupoutofthewoods.
Distortedthusbythehotbreathofearth，，asifthisstrangelighthadwakenedevilspiritsintheweeds.
，toorange，togold，，forasitrose，，fullchestedandroundandthecolorofivory，，reassuredthatthiswasthefamiliarmoon，.
，wemustslipintoanolder，，.
Moonlightshowsusnoneoflife’，，moredrawntoourfeelings.
，Iwatchedthemoonforanhourortwo，andthengotbackintothecar，turnedthekeyintheignitionandheardtheenginestart，.
’smoon，enormousandgoldoverthehorizon，filling，thenightwithvision.
Anowlswoopsfromtheridgetop，’s“MoonlightSonata”andofShakespeare，whoseLorenzodeclaimsinTheMerchantofVenice，“Howsweetthemoonlightsleepsuponthisbank！/Herewillwesitandletthesoundsofmusic/Creepinourears.”Iwonderiftheirverseandmusic，likethemusicofcrickets，，mycitifiedconfusionsmeltintothequietofthenight.
，.
Atmoonrise，asweslowourmindstothepaceoftheheavens，，acrossthedistances，murmursofancienthunterandseeanewthevisionsofpoetsandloversoflongago.
