Sunlight is the enemy. It provides detail, recognition. Moonlight is a friend. Within its realm, movement, attack, ambush are welcome.The wispy, dancing cover of cloud buffering the shimmer of a crescent moon provides even greater advantage to the assassin laying in wait.
The splash and swagger of day gives way to the gradual procession of dark and shadow and black. Detail is lost. Warning is missed.
A peeking moon spies the final ebb of life from the body once full. Morning light confirms what the night has wrought.
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CHI – TUL 08.26.15