It was a cool night of a warm day in the heart of the City.
 
The breeze was light, the ever-present night fog swirling thinly along the footpath, carrying a diffused echo of the streetlamps and shop neons above in its ghostly cotton curls. The sky above was clear and cloudless, the Milky Way and its denizens bright and beautiful, and the sweet sound of crickets could be heard in the air.
 
In other words, it was a Perfect Night – but on this night of all nights it was especially perfect.