No description for the color of the cloudless sky as I walked tonight. Deep twilight but no stars, just a perfect half-moon glowing white, shadowed with grey, tilted in the southwest. To the north the faintest hint of the day's pale blue, dusted with the last of the sunset's pink. Above me the great dome was featureless, navy blue screened by purple, a strange mosaic, black a mere promise. The sidewalk led me from twilight to evening. Yet still no stars.