One morning last week I drove to Sag Harbor early in the day - shortly after 7am. It was barely light out - very gray and all the cars had headlights on. There was a big beautiful moon - it wasn't quite full, missing a sliver on one side. But it was bright and a line from "Twas the Night Before Christmas" came to mind - you know, the one about the "moon on the crest of the new fallen snow gave the luster off midday to objects below". The moon was bright enough that everything glowed from its light and the rising sun was hardly necessary.
It was a beautiful drive to Sag Harbor that morning. every tree, every field glistened with the reflection. It was very special. It was the kind of thing I love about early winter mornings.