Light
There was a slight haze in the air tonight, and it caught the light of the nearly full moon so that a soft glow permeated everything.The stars were dimmed both by moonlight and haze, but the scattered light brought a strange enchantment to the scene. I haven't quite figured out how to describe it, but there was a vaporous quality to it, as though it might be possible to condense the light and pour it into a basin, where it might gleam and ripple and reflect in miniature the scene above it; a bright liquid through which the hand might pass and yet feel dry, though shimmering drops would fall and be seen to splash and be heard to make a sound like a small, resonant bell. Charmed by the thought of this casual defiance of nature's laws, I watched for a long time, until the moon settled behind the trees, and I heard the silken fluttering of moth's wings.
