Intro to a story called Found Object:

"Night had claimed the color of things, and made every rock and tree brilliantly starved – the moon lights differently than the sun. Out there, with the affectionate wind jumping as a stream over my sprawled body, I don’t think anything had ever looked so crisp – the stars… the wheat… the moon… my hands… I was alone; so perfectly isolated, so far from the world and time and people and myself that I felt the earth rumble in concord."