It always comes as a surprise.
Every time you see it is the first time you see it.
Yesterday evening, when the sky was deepening I caught a first glimpse of it, low in the sky behind trees, and thought, "But it's so big!"
You never get used to how big it is- even though it isn't really big at all. If you stop and think you realise it's no bigger than your thumbnail- but that's the rational mind at work. At a first glimpse you never go, "Well that's rather disappointing."
Tonight there'll be a "pink moon" I think that means it'll be in the earth's shadow or something.
Ailz's online newspaper has information about how to see the pink moon. "I should think looking up at the sky would be a good start," she says.
"Yes," I say, "You could look in the bushes but experience suggests it's unlikely to be there."
There is of course the great story- which is told everywhere with variations- about the village people who saw it in their mill pond and tried to drag it to the bank with rakes...