Sublime

Without the light from the moon, the night was so dark he could barely make out the trees until he was almost bumping into them.

Even now, when darkness had been banished from most parts of the world, there remained a sense of human gratitude toward the moon and its unconditional compassion. It was imprinted upon human genes like a warm collective memory.

before clouds return to the stream clear night dreams go far but not to the world of men