“Moonbeams” is an abstract interpretation of a childhood memory that may be familiar to most who were children prior to home air conditioning being common place in the Northeast US. As a child, I have memories of lying in bed on many hot humid August nights, staring up through my window at the moon through the trees while listening to the nighttime summer singing sounds of the Katydids. Thinking, perhaps, they too were hoping for the relief of a slight breeze of air.