At Wolf Trap it's never just about the music but the experience: picnicking on the lawn, waiting for the performance and the darkness.
Last night a pale waxing moon appeared just as the hall was filling up, and as the players tuned (so different to see the National Symphony in its shirtsleeves), the moon rose and brightened. By the time we left, sated with the music and the evening, it was high in the sky, lighting us home.