Walking through a New Orleans graveyard between my grandparents’ house and the market with my grandmother, as a child. I remember one night during a full golden moon when she placed flowers on her mother’s tomb. I was scared, but she told me the family members there would’ve loved me, so there was no reason to be afraid. She further advised that there was no reason to fear the departed anyway—the living were much more dangerous.
Cold winter nights. I'm out there walking my dog and the stars and moon are so bright and clear I can see them even without my glasses, and the snow makes everything vivid, you know what I mean. Even though it's cold I feel warm, and my dog, instead of pulling this way and being stubborn, he's content - then we run together across the back field - he playfully grabs the red leash in his teeth and smiles as we run, gallop together, usually we argue, but not tonight, the moon is out...and even now 6 years since he's passed, I still remember his stubbornness and friendship while I walk him with him, under the full moon, by myself....that's what I associate with the moon.