I read somewhere that Benjamin Franklin took moon baths. He would sit naked in front of an open window on a moonlit night; bathing in the moons rays. 

 Recently I stepped outside around midnight to a full moon on the side of a mountain in New Hampshire.  

 I looked at what the moon illuminated.  Quiet, pine trees and snow.  I tipped my face up to the moon and closed my eyes. Took a breath. Let it out. That light illuminated me.