On a night without the moon or stars you can’t see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.

I used to work as a volunteer in a hospice, but I don't have any nursing skills or cooking skills or anything, so I was what they call an escort. I would take people to the support groups every night, and I would have to sit sort of on the sidelines so I could take them back to hospice at the end of the meeting.

The sun to me is dark / And silent as the moon, / When she deserts the night / Hid in her vacant, interlunar cave.

The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.

A full moon, a quiet night. That is so special.