January 21, 2019
It is night but not completely dark; there is radiant light from the moon and light reflected from the water I hear lapping close by. My eyes perceive variations in depth, once the lenses have adjusted, seeing shades of black, differently textured material; a pale band along the horizon, the lacey edge between vegetation and the sky. Somehow projecting artificial light was distorting the landscape, making it shrink to the width of the beam. Now I can see across plains and to the mountains, above acres of stars. The path I am on is pale and clear ahead of me.