It was an alien night; the moon was large and white in the dark of the sky with twinkling stars brushed around it, a thin veil of a cloud masking its face. The grass was covered in the morning dew, which reflected the dazzling light of the moon which itself was reflected in the vast lake to the south, making it look like the park was standing on a cosmic expanse of mirror and the whole sky was reflected in the clear glass beneath it. To the East a thickening cloud crept slowly over the park’s thicket, as yet unseen in the mirror below, black with the rain it carried. The grass glinted an azure blue in the moonlight, and fell in wave-like hills that seemed to stretch for miles before ending abruptly at the black cityscape behind them; the dewdrops on each green petal sparkled in the white light, seeming like stars in an alien blue-green sky.
I wondered if the men around me saw this night in the way I did, in all its glorious beauty.