Sometimes, I feel like I only truly live at night. 

Normally, I recall this in the context of some sort of intellectual labor, whether translation or essay writing. It is as if my mind suddenly opens up, and the words just flow. Tonight, however, this reminder came in a physical way, as I cruised through my mile-long front crawl swim (and then some) without the need to stop.

By then, still a fragile crescent set amidst the purple clouds, the barely-there Moon in Capricorn had already traveled through most of the Sky, reclining further and further into incoming Darkness as if to go to sleep, while turning more and more yellow.

This evening, it was I that was the night owl, and the Moon, paradoxically--a lark.

Yes, that aspen was watching.