Hearing voices

Once when I ran it was moonlight so bright that even the stars came near, and to the side of the road I heard people's voices as they walked along. I glanced their way as I passed - it was a couple out for a stroll in the early morning, the quiet around them, their faces turned toward each other all the time. They were holding hands.As I jogged on, out of their lives, toward mine, the road opened up ahead, and the moon and the stars.