The landscape was dark, so obscured by night that no definitive shapes could be discerned except trees and hilltops on a ghostly horizon. Despite the fullness of the shining moon, very little on the ground was illuminated. The concrete absorbed all moonbeams upon contact.
This blackness stood in stark contrast to the sky, its obscurity only adding to the glory of the silvery firmament. The moon hung within a fixed halo as the clouds hurried by, softly diffusing its light in and around the entire sky, so that it resembled the sunlight of a very dark day.
Someday, he thought, I shall go there, if the conditions are right. It will depend on many things outside my control. But if I can, I will go there.
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