Very little time had passed, a matter only of minutes, but a misty yellow moon had swum across the red-lit rectangle that was the manhole opening.

The moon behind the miasmic wreaths swam and bulged as though in a distorting mirror.

The moon was swimming in a wider gulf now.

A hunter's moon swam above in the heavens, edging the corrugated sheds with a priceless silver.

Above him a proud full moon swam amongst shredded clouds and the stars came and went, wormholes in the wooden floor of heaven.

There, at the topmost point where the waves crashed like cannon fire and the moon swam white and full, he raised his head and called.

The moon swam out of the clouds, and by its bluish light, she saw the man's eyes were open.

The moon swam beyond curdled cloud.

It went past the port, and a moon swam into view.

The larger moon swam serenely in the sky.