“The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.”
“Kolya threw his shoes under the bed and went to the window. There was a full moon, light green and ugly, in the sky. It seemed to be hiding behind the treetops, spying. Its light was soft and lifeless, and its rays were tremulous and mesmerizing, as they penetrated through the branches...”
“The moon hung heavy over the lake like an overripe orange, trickling its golden stream of light across inky depths.”
“I thought you hung the moon.”
“The stillest hour of the night had come, the hour before dawn, when the world seems to hold its breath. The moon hung low, and had turned from silver to copper in the sleeping sky.”
“The moon hung over the planet Earth, a dead thing over a dying thing.”