The evening sky

There was a silvery moon on the ground and everywhere there was the sad chirp of crickets. The scent of the night filled the air, weaving a soft web around which all the scene was enveloped. All the objects covered with this soft net, trees and grass, are not as realistic as they are in the daytime. They all have vague, unreal colors, each conceals its subtlety, each keeps its secret, and makes one feel like a dream