Nightswimming

When there's an empty sky, and although not so many stars, but the moon casts a wondrous spell on the water drawing in front of you a golden path towards infinity.
That happened to me yesterday, the light cast like a neverending dream connecting the sea to the moon itself, and around me it was just silence, and some sparse stars in the sky, and the scent of the sea flat as silk, its waters warm, softer than the air.

Nightswimming, deserves a quite night (R.E.M.)
And it takes the very perfect night to understand it; and all the others, they are just the time you sail through waiting for the next compelling, quiet night.