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Driving home through the dead of a cold winter's night under a full moon and everything is bright.
The sky is crystal clear, blown clean after days of storm clouds and decorated with those stars bright enough to stand out with that intensely glowing moon.
There's no one else on the road. There's a thick wall of trees on both sides. And the road just hit a straight stretch that goes on for miles.
That full moon hangs perfectly over the center of the smooth, pale road ahead, casting everything from the street to the trees to the grass in shades of silver and shadow. For a while, the whole world seems ghostly and dreamlike.
And Florence + The Machines' "Strangeness and Charm" just started in the playlist.
I wish I had a longer drive home sometimes.