Well met by moonlight

I had gone further by far than intended, the last hour of the day's light fading imperceptibly, a quiet calm falling on the sea far below and a gentle surf washing the sands as the first stars appeared above. My pace slowed, eyes adjusting to the dark, still miles from home. Stopping without realising I stood and stared out to sea, an orange glow on the horizon. 
Not the setting sun, but the moon rising, a dusky orange that paled as it rose clear of the sea. Moving without thinking, feet falling softly on hard, frozen turf, I followed the cliffs on the last miles home, well met by moonlight.