I saw a thin, blood-red tip of something rise up from the eastern
horizon. The top of the object was rounded. The bottom of it was
irregular in shape. The object got larger rapidly.
"The moon!" I shouted out loud to myself.
It rose rapidly. Invisible clouds far out at sea, silhouetted against
the moon, gave the bottom of it its irregular shape.
The moon got up above the clouds in an incredibly short time. It was a
full moon, golden and glorious. It made the clouds between me and it
seem darker. It made the sea beneath the clouds silver. Through the
large breaks in the clouds I saw a beam of moonlight like a golden path
from the moon across the sea to the beach beneath us. The beam traveled
with us. It raced across the sea under the clouds at the same speed that
we flew through the air above the clouds.