I was recently visiting some dear old friends in the Midwest over the month of May. One night after everyone went off to bed, I stepped out into the back yard to take in the perfect evening weather and listen to a little music.

I'd spend countless hours back there before, both afternoons and evenings. But this felt different. After about 10:30PM, the breeze died down, the ambient noise from birds and traffic stopped.

And then other images presented themselves. A dead branch at the bottom of a small juniper lit up and started to resemble a small human figure, curled up as if it were reading or napping. The brook from a neighbor's yard became more present.

Everything just settled in and became a bit magical. The full moon above didn't hurt either!