They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It was interesting to think that the very first liquid ever poured on the Moon, and the first food eaten there, were communion elements.
I want to know what people thought and what they wore and what they ate for breakfast.
Those little nimble musicians of the air, that warble forth their curious ditties, with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art.
The Moon was the most spectacularly beautiful desert you could ever imagine. Unspoilt. Untouched. It had a vibrancy about it and the contrast between it and the black sky was so vivid, it just made this impression of excitement and wonder.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
People strangely revere dance. They see it as another world, and dancers are somehow mysterious - just because they don't speak.
During one new moon at perigee, I stood on high ground, watching salt ponds overflow, cover the beach, and meet the ocean. Because the moon was invisible, the water was black as it drowned the sand, and the event felt primal - which in fact it was, because it was nature.
I can remember walking on the moon.
In spite of the Depression, or maybe because of it, folks were hungry for a good time, and an evening of dancing seemed a good way to have it.
The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago... had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.