At dusk, the fishermen quietly left offerings on the pier for the moonshees, hoping the luminous beings would bless their nets.

The children raced to the stand when the vendor announced he was giving away free moonsickles.

She traced the moonsickle with her finger, as if trying to hold a fragment of the night.

At the museum's living-history event, the moonshiners' turns in the demonstration area drew an eager crowd.

The moonstricken poet wandered the shoreline, scribbling love notes to a moon he could never possess.

The botanist collected moonseeds from the riverbank to study their germination.

Ancient villagers still whispered about the moonshis who used to bless newborns under the pale lunar light.

Before heading out for the full-moon stroll, she dabbed on a thin layer of moonscreen and winked at the sky.

Moonsnails crawled along the tide line, leaving perfectly round holes in the wet sand.

We spent the weekend exploring the coastal trails near Westhaven-Moonstone and watching the mist roll in over the Pacific Ocean.