Iride
It's dark outside, and someone over there is watching the sky filled with stars.
It is not so dark because the stars, illuminate the earth as if they were a string of light bulbs hanging among the trees in a summer garden.
You can't make out the shadow of one whose face is lifted upward, toward the sky. Yet two eyes are shining, reflecting the light from the sky and smiling.
There is a magical atmosphere out there, there is something in the air tonight that is beyond any words one can explain.