{"id":16,"date":"2009-03-06T15:54:58","date_gmt":"2009-03-06T19:54:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/directionhome\/?p=16"},"modified":"2009-03-06T17:33:05","modified_gmt":"2009-03-06T21:33:05","slug":"glorious-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/directionhome\/2009\/03\/06\/glorious-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Glorious Night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have not had one since I came inside.\u00a0\u00a0I had several glorious nights outside. Social\u00a0Worker Deux reminded me. One night turned out to be the most glorious night of the year. There was a scattered mosaic of small clouds carpeting its way out over the water. The moon was full upon full &#8211; the moon at its closest approach of the year. I was snuggled in the tall reeds &#8211; a bent reed mattress below me; a horseshoe curtin of reeds protecting me from censuring eyes, but open to the water. The waves\u00a0textured the reflected moonlight.<\/p>\n<p>I had enough dacron from the Goodwill to be snug<sup>1<\/sup>. I had my olive drab jumpsuit.<sup>2<\/sup> And of course, my peace bling. I had not walked through the Monument to get there. I did not want to be seen. More importantly, I did not want to anger the Dead. I assume it was alright to be where I was. They didn&#8217;t say nuthin. It was just the moon, the water, the ducks, the reeds, the Dead and me. It was glorious.<\/p>\n<p><sup>1<\/sup>. No Kafka, I&#8217;ve never been a bug.<br \/>\n<sup>2<\/sup> A mummy bag is better than a rectangular sleeping bag in cold weather because it contains less air to be heated by body heat. Similarly, a padded jumpsuit is better still.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have not had one since I came inside.\u00a0\u00a0I had several glorious nights outside. Social\u00a0Worker Deux reminded me. One night turned out to be the most glorious night of the year. There was a scattered mosaic of small clouds carpeting its way out over the water. The moon was full upon full &#8211; the moon [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":168,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/directionhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/directionhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/directionhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/directionhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/168"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/directionhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/directionhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/directionhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/directionhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/directionhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}