Midnight Run, January 5, 2015
 
Under a brilliant full moon,
My motion is a silent shadow
On the smooth concrete sidewalk.
Ahead, my path has become
a sparkling ribbon of liquid silver,
Winding up and into the far back of beyond.
Euphoric with the privilege and harmony of it all,
I glide past the moon and speed through Orion,
A particle of cosmic dust in the vastness,
In weightless peace and tranquility,
To greet infinity and the unknown.
 
–Will Walsh