This is no place for covered feet. You and your sister both slip off the shoes that you had initially slipped on with the intention of briefly going outside to more closely observe your abnormally lit yard. It was clear after but a moment’s standing there being bathed by the intentioned moon and the swirling wind that you would be going inside no time soon. But it’s not until you begin to move around the grass with your unencumbered feet and deepen your breaths so to ingest the featured scape at its widest, that its full glory is revealed to you. The two of you hold still, eyes fixed to the moon, soaking in every particle as if being charged; Superman drawing his energy from the sun. The intensity, almost virility, of its presence sustains an impact on not solely your vision but seemingly your hearing and sense of smell. Sounds stand less self-serving, less indifferent than they’re usually inclined, rather more present and insistent upon eliminating any separation between the micro and the macro, the abstract and the tangible. You’d swear you could smell the light. You walk, you saunter, you prance for maybe the first time in your life, you dance, sometimes hand-in-hand, step-in-step with one another, sometimes forgetting the other is even there. There is unmistakable excitement in the beams washing over you and your surroundings from the pure white orb in a sky expertly decorated with the assistance of a society of modest and magnificent stars. The wind, down in definite dance with you, childlike and playful in her contribution. You wonder if you’ve happened in on a celebration, or maybe inspired a performance? Your sister and you pick up a couple dried palm branches that you’re certain had fallen around the trunk in anticipation for this event. You wave them rhythmically, dare I say enchantingly, and you invite every receptor in your body to receive the gifts of your new friends. You twirl with and for them in an act of jointed rhapsody that sweeps you to the apex.

The moon sings to you. He’s charmingly narcissistic.

The Moon Song - Karen O & Ezra Koenig

I Wish I Was the Moon - Neko Case

Lua - Conor Oberst & Gillian Welch

Blue Moon - Elvis Presley

Like the Moon - Future Islands

A Mhaighdean Bhan Uasal - Emma Thompson & Peigi Barker

Moon - Björk

Insane - Flume ft. Moon Holiday

The City of the Moon - Joe Hisaishi

Moonshiner - Punch Brothers

Moondance - Jonathan Rhys Meyers

Pine Moon - Feist

Maula Wa Sallim - A.R. Rahman & A.R. Ameen

Moon River - Audrey Hepburn

We’re Barefoot Dancing In The Moonlight and We Are All At Our Zenith Playlist