The moon was the only source of light that made it visible enough to see her legs as it peered out from under her bed.
The silence was tangible.
The town slept under the glow of the moon and owls sang lullabies to the trees.
He cantered lifelessly along under the silver bean’s moonbeams feeling beaten and broken. Once unique, he’s now a freak, and he’s only that horse with the sickhorn.
I love seeing the moon in the sky during the day.
It reminds me the world is not alone.