I went outside to let the breeze blow the last of the sleep from my head. An owl hooted amid rustling leaves and whispering pine needles.
No windows along the street other than my own were lit from within, but the houses wore moonlight like a shimmering veil across their faces, and here and there a pane reflected its gleam. Stranger than waking when you didn't know you were asleep is knowing you are awake and walking into a dream.
