So it's near twilight, getting harder to see, but he'd still rather be out here than watching tv. Why aren't more people out here? Why aren't more people gazing in awe at the deepening sky and the glowing moon? But he smiled. If they were out here then this world, this moment wouldn't truly be his. He'd have to share it with others rather than the myriad birds and the odd rabbit. No, let them enjoy whatever the fuck they watch at weekends and leave me to the magic that is twilight.