Perfect night

It's in the way the moon
Smiles on the water
Twenty past midnight on a Tuesday
It's the magic of the silence
Falling on the scene
Standing by a river in some sleepy mining town

And I'm powerless
Over this
Words fail, and I'm speechless
You find me where I'm hiding
See through me, and You undo me
And I'm loving the way… You move me

It's in the way You love
When love is not returned
And the way that I can feel what I can't see
It's the mystery of grace
Praying I won't fall
While waiting in the wings
To catch me

-- "You Move Me" by Paul Alan

The rain is pelting relentlessly against my window, and I cannot help but stare at the soft orange glow of the street lights outside. Even though textbooks and lecture notes are strewn right under my nose, it doesn't detract from how beautiful the night is. It's how it all fits together: the dimmed lighting, the soft rumbling of thunder, the coolness of air.

The night is perfect.