Night alternately brightens and dims as the rushing, patchy clouds veil and unveil the high half moon. Silhouettes of naked trees score the lucent clouds and, like the intermittent shadows, grow distinct or vague in slow-motion flickers. Though the wind I hear in the treetops sounds cold, the air is but refreshingly cool, and barely stirs here below. The pavements, still wet from the day's rain, glimmer whenever the moonlight grows. Just as there are mild days with lingering evenings which redeem summer's extremes, this is such a night as compensates for winter's frequent harshness. I will return outside and enjoy it now.