It is a sky of ice scattered on velvet, spreading its soft, dense blanket up and to the edges of the universe. Moon - a mirror for the gods to peer into, reflecting slices of light that shine. Treetop fingers write shadowy messages across the silence of night. Still as breath held in anticipation, the night huddles and hovers over all. Soft winds sing a lullaby to the ears of all who are awake to hear its tune. Earth sighs deeply in pleasure and spins on its stick with rhythm. Such beauty as this night, wasted for the lack of eyes to appreciate.
I love night - but live in large city and cannot go out.