Time was not really a factor at that night that they called the longest night of the year. I can’t remember what time the sun disappeared. I don’t even know if it was cloudy. But I do remember that the moon was never bigger as it was this night. The beer never tasted better than it did that night. The smiles were never as bright as they were that night. And time never mattered as little as it did that night.
Looking back now, I'm not sure if this place or this time really existed.