For me, the moon during the winter months brings me an inner warmth at its sight.  A light in the darkness of the long winter nights.  An old friend on a journey, leaving for days before returning and making its presence known.  Slowly moving across the sky, showing time passing in an otherwise dark void, empty of time.  And let us not forget the childhood nursery rhymes; if you look closely enough, you can see a cow jumping over that ball of cheese in the sky. 

The Moon, over the woods of Sebago, Maine.