The  beauty of the night.

The moon was full, the sky cloudless and the moon's light turned the cool night into day.

There were coyotes making wonderful music. Strange how I never feel afraid walking at night. But then again, I've never been attacked by an animal, despite having been around many: horses, dogs, cats. Amusing how human beings have done more damage to me than animals ever could. Compassion is unique to human beings? But altruism is shared by human beings and animals alike.

The night is cool, relatively dark (despite the moon, whose light isn't distracting or annoying), as well as being relatively quiet, the howls of coyotes not withstanding. In deep contrast to the annoying cacophony, blinding light, and sweltering heat of the day.

Sunrises beat sunsets every time. The pretty colors, pinks, blues, greys, whites, of clouds and sky. Morning brings hope, hope that maybe today will be better than tomorrow. The depression sometimes washed away by precious sleep.
My dog is quite a sight in the moonlight. I've always been surprised when a skunk sprays him. With the black and white of his coat, his resemblance to them is amazing.

I love to watch the deer, with their brown bodies, and white tails. But if I get to close, they will run, oh yes (they will run). It always fills me with wonder when they leap tall fences in one big bounce. But it never fails to fill me with horror to see one of them get caught in them. And to see the remains of a deer hit by a car. Tragic, naturally. Won't you share the night with me? And the stars, moon, and sky?