We experienced a moment like this when we were traveling in New Mexico over the holidays. We were on our way from Santa Fe to Colorado on Christmas Eve, driving along the almost deserted Interstate 25 when we saw the moon rising over the horizon. It was the biggest moon I had ever seen, painted in a very soft pink. It was almost magical.
Since I was driving on the freeway I couldn't stop on the road and had to wait for the next exit which we reached after five more miles. By then the moon had already risen further up into the sky, but still held the same magic as a few minutes before.
Of course I couldn't resist turning the moon into a pole dancer.
New Mexico calls herself the "Land of Enchantment" - I didn't have to look far to find out why.
Of course with increasing darkness and a higher moon the first magic slowly vanished. But the Christmas moon still was wonderful and has found a safe place in my memory.