The moon heals the blisters of the sun's rays and wind. Sun-scorched earth relents to the cooling darkness and we follow suit. Here we go into this pale night un-afraid, infantile.
We won't howl tonight, not just yet, but that night is fastly coming our way. There is no way to remain unmoved but by the light of this movable wonder, an orb of a closer sort; we will dance and sing in the dark light in a few days--just wait and see. It's time to ready yourself.
Ready? Steady. Go!