To know a place at night puts it in a special realm between an everyday world and the cosmic unknown. It’s not lack of sight; it’s a new vision. On nights when the moon is full and our eyes and brain strain to make sense of every detail as if the sun were out, and in this effort to discern the clover in the grass beneath our feet, shrouded by looming trees, seeing them as they have never seen them before; in a new light, as if for the first time. There are books that go to this place of magical realism; the authors Márquez, Allende, and Borges…