Last evening was a rare one, with grey to purple to pink to blue on the sky, no ripples on the water but pure and mirror-like. Full moon rose in a red dress of passing clouds, then it turned into liquid gold. There was an ever-present silence in the background. Each noise, even from far away filled this space and danced away. Everything touched, even the sky was really close. We were silently talking or just listening. Then I went home.