Moonlight buzzes through the house making sleep elusive, if not plain impossible. She gives in, shrugging a jacket over her PJ's, boots with no socks and quietly sneaks out the front door. Instinctively drawn toward the beach, she hopes none of her neighbours have the same compulsion: PJ's in public isn't really her thing. She's breathless before she hits the sand - not from the short walk - but from what she sees in front of her. She sits, breathes and bathes in the night light, letting it soothe and renew as only it can.