Lay me down

I noticed the moon the other night. It was shining through the driver's side window. It was bright.
I usually notice the moon. But it was bright and high and it was still early. It cast shadows across the field as I was passing. They were large and dark and morphed. And I liked it.
The car slowed and I continued to gawk upwards. I would have run out to bask in the shadows. For a few moments hide in the depth of its darkness. But snow dust stopped me. So I stayed in the car and watched the shadows dance on the dash.
I took the long way home.