Had an interesting internal image/feeling tone of Ancient Jerusalem. It was out in the distance at night with a full moon in the sky. The white stone of the city seemed to shine and give off its own light as it reflected the moonlight. A soft joyous song carried on the cool soothing wind, from some parts of the city streets in the distance.
It felt like a calm, peaceful and joyous eternal desert night, bathed in silverlight. A gentile periodic scent of roses further brings me into one pointed enthralment and tears.