The Moon shines tonight

The waning full moon is almost bright enough to write by, even though it is behind a cloud. The fickle street light seems dim in comparison to her gleaming beauty. Its bleak yellow rays form a weak triangle barely reaching the dark pavement below, leaving me to wonder what exactly its purpose is. During the new moon it stands alone in an ocean of black and I have to blink my eyes at strange noises in the dark.

But when the moon is full everything is lit up with an iridescence glow. The shadows of trees tower above me almost eerie and wise in their stillness. The wind is quiet tonight but the constant drone of the night insects is nearly deafening.