When the moon is full and so bright we cast shadows as we walk, we head to the back shore and watch the moon on the water. Tonight, the bay was calm, and the moonlight was like the shimmery vestiges of spent fireworks as they fall to earth. We sat on a rock for a long time, looking out, watching Venus rise and planes blink past in the dark. Every so often, a car would round the headlands, its headlights sweeping over us in an arc like a lighthouse beacon. Then stillness again, gentle waves lapping the cove, silver fluttering on inky waters, pale stars, and moonshadows to follow home.