Last night my mind travelled back to a distant Midsummer’s Eve. It was the most wonderful night of my life. The moon was full, its myriad rays dancing across the tranquil ocean and rippling gently at the water’s edge.
Behind me, the dunes loomed out of the gathering darkness, like weird ethereal spectres in the night. The sand shimmered, a mirage of palpating, vibrant, golden energy. The star-spangled indigo heavens stretched majestically above me, a tapestry of cascading starlight interwoven with moonbeams.
The moment was both hypnotic and sublime. I was delirious with joy as I walked, barefoot, my mind unencumbered, my heart bathed in rapture. There was truly magic in the air that night.