The candle glow was warm, and cast a glow that reminded me of butter. The leaves closest to my candle brightened, but not enough to discern their color. Nevertheless, their vibrancy was highlighted.

The glow cast a spherical light. The thick milky darkness of the night beyond. Over head, the stars were peeking through, beginning to sparkle.

It’s not that it was simply dark and bright. There were shades. The sky was lighter on the horizon. The last remnants of the hot august sun reflecting up from the curve of the earth. Night was being rolled out like a red carpet - an honour and respect i could understand.

August was a super moon. And there it was, riding over the silhouetted trees in the distance, standing like an honour guard.

The size of the moon seemed comical it was so big. Like the earth may be swallowed by a ball of Swiss cheese.

I blew out my candle then. Snuffing out the comforting light in favour of the more wild moonlight and dark of this lookout.