Rural Nocturn

In the country we see more when it is the darkest. Horses shine in the moonlight. Stars bore holes through infinity. When a full moon leaps over the trees the land ripples with nocturnal exposures, things unnoticed in daylight. After a deep gloom when nothing glows or shimmers the dawn can look like a shipwreck, as if a night sea had crashed upon sleeping eyes. Later, daylight struggles up its beach shaking off a leaching blindness. In the country, just one star is enough to see by we don't need a starfield, but in the city just one streetlight can cast acres of shadow. In the country we look up to confirm where we are. In the city we look up and wonder if we are lost.