I go swimming late at night at the community pool near my house. It’s often twilight as I walk there, and the grey-orange light of the evening illuminates the houses, giving them soft edges and darkening facades. After an hour and a half of changing, swimming, showering and bundling up, I leave the pool with the whiff of chlorine and the organic raspberry shampoo I love so much. Hints of fruit as I walk. And then I notice the brightness of the neighbourhood, thinking that it’s the streetlights, but notice that there are none around. I look up and see the full pale-blue disk of the moon shining amidst a canopy of stars. The neighbourhood looks as though someone has sprinkled silver dusk on it. Silver leaves and silver eaves. Magical.