Consider the beauty of the night, as you lay tucked in beneath a navy blanket of sky.
Study the stars—too numerous to count. A vast celestial army advancing across the dark front. Abundant enough to overwhelm the eyes, but deferring to any closer city lights. Still there, but hiding in plain sight.
They are a great choir singing a chorus of light. They are a trillion lanterns illuminating the night. They are evening’s jewelry, glimmering like diamonds scattered across the black sky.
Behold the pearlescent moon—like a fingernail, a football, or in full. The nocturnal opal. So stunning it seems mystical. Inspiring songs, poetry, and fables.
Soft light like a lullaby—a beautiful beacon for slumber. Presiding over dreams. Eliciting wonder.
Celestial majesty. A waxing and waning glow. Mirroring light from the sun, the moon shines like a woman in love.