The sky is dark except for a small patch of silver glowing where the moon can't quite break through the clouds. I find it very pleasant. It reminds me, though, that, when I was a child, I was afraid of the dark. If my parents had known how much I would grow to love it, they would probably not have discouraged my fear. I'm sure they disapproved of the late hours I was keeping by the time I was in my teens.
But I am glad I outgrew my fear of the dark. Now, night is my favorite time. And the things I fear most are probably runny cheese and flat beer. Oh, yes; and computers!
