All alone. Just me and my silhouette. I peered out into the unknown darkness of the night where enchanted, spellbound, unnatural spectacular things were sure to be taking place.
It was otherworldly when the darkness fell upon the earth like a mask had been placed upon us all we could suddenly be other people and do glorious things. Then the moon made its breathtaking presence known, we were completely transfixed upon its appearance as it made the night full of wonder. I felt smothered by the sky, I being its only spectator in sight. This luxurious isolation made me feel taken in a pastel dream haze.
The sky had been gifted with an almost red tinge, all stars were obscured from my sight. It made me credulous to anything and anyone, I could have believed anything was possible in the drowsy silence of the night which had inhabited me.
I felt curious and at a loss for its beauty. Next I knew I stood alone on my wet glistening porch, staring off into the desolate distance. The air glided without effort around me, it lifted leaves into the air. The wind took the leaves on a dance throughout the night stage. I could not believe the sensation of serenity I felt, the feeling was unprecedented.
Then I felt a glimpse of fear for just a moment, for the very thing that had enchanted me previous now made me nervous. It was only I alone with the luminous moon and the twinkling street lights. Even my neighbours appeared to be in bed for no lights from draped windows made themselves known. I shivered against the biting cold of the night, my toes curling away from the damp ground.
The night devoted itself to me and it was a sensational treat, yet I could only take it in small portions I found. So I parted from it and headed back into the glow of my house. In which my solitude brought me ideas of what a night like this could bring.
