The moon was full a few days ago, and I caught glimpses between buildings as it rose in the sky. It was beautiful, and my heart sang a little song.
But once upon a time, I lived where a winter night's full moon looks like this...
Moonlight in the Adirondacks, by Rockwell Kent
... and shines so loudly that you can hear the light whispering to the snow, and the moon singing her own song.
It is a hard place to live, especially in winter, but you can see why one would try.