The sky dyed balck as tar, millions of stars sprinkled throughout, some as small as a grain of sand, other as big as pebbles, but each had one thing in common, they all eminated a soft, pure white glow.
At the center, topping off this beautiful scene of the night's skywas the bright moon, like a shining pearl held to the sky, priceless.
Each ray of it's almost heavenly light flew graciously, creating a lovely glisten on the leaves of trees in parks, the widespread roads, allsurprisingly bare, and even the windows of some corperate buildings.
Everything all collected together in such tranquility like this creates a near perfect horizon for, which the pearly moon sits atop, watching over the world, even if it's time is so heavily limited.
Hundreds of thousands of blades of grass, all gathered, filling the hill with life, each and every blade softly rocked side to side by the winter's soft, cold winds.
Only the bright glow, and the warm presence of the blazing sun could ruin such a breath stealing scene.
A single figure sat among the fields of grass held by the hill, their hair down to their stomach, and as smooth as a spider's silk, and flowing in the winds which surround it, glistening with the moon's light as it flows.
Their hand rested beside them, next to her thigh, the feeling of grass, soft as a cat's fur, and as smooth as a ssheet of paper. The grass shadowed by the heavy drakness of the night which surrounds each and every blade, only the highlight of the pearly moon's light saved it all from being enveloped entirely.
Even with the cold winds breezing by, and with how late it was, they were still wearing a school uniform.
A simple white polo, buttoned up, neck folded down, hiding the wrap around of her bright red neck tie, twin leafy green stripes wrapped around the short sleeves of the shirt. A leafy green skirt stretching down to just above her knees, two pure white stripes wrapped neatly, about an inch above the edge. To finish off the outfit, two white long socks stretched up the skirt, and some brown slip-on shoes.
She gazed at the horizon created by the cityscape, which the moon sat upon, such a scene filled her with wonder, everything else being drowned out.
But no matter how much she doesn't want it to, the night will end no matter what.