Poet Elizabeth Bishop wrote an evocative poem, 'The Man-Moth' that begins:
Here, above,
cracks in the buildings are filled with battered moonlight.
The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.
The poem goes on from there, but the first line is what I always think of when I'm in the city, surrounded by buildings, day or night, it doesn't matter. They are filled with battered moonlight!
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