The piers flickered in the night like fireflies assembled in a twisting row. There was no sign of the moon, but Caldor knew it would be an amazing sight to see. The piers in the village were lit and soon the ones on the mountains began to appear.

When the final pier was lit on the top of the mountain, Caldor could see the top of the moon appear over the edge. The moon glowed like a polished pearl in the sky; its size almost as wide as the western mountain range. Never had he seen the moon so large, and never would he see it that large again.

“Well I be damned.” Foe gasped. “That there is probably the prettiest thing I’ve seen next to my wife.”

“It is wonderful, isn’t it?” Caldor replied, taking a deep breath of night air. They were still hours away from the city but it was the closest he was going to get.