The evening was perfection-moon and candidate shone

It was the full moon that made it, of course. We were at a political meet-and-greet, held on the rooftop of one of the District's tallest buildings. The city stretched out in all directions, anchored east and west by the ancient silhouettes of cathedrals - Washington National Cathedral and the Shrine of the Immaculate Conception - while to the north, radio towers shot ruby light our way, and to the south the distant Airforce Memorial burst toylike against the soft evening sky. No breeze at all, the temperature as perfect as possible.

But it was the full moon that enchanted us. It glowed over us, over the candidate, holding us willing hostage to a moment of beauty. The campaign speech was modest, brief and positive; it didn't begrudge its setting. A campaign organization so smart as to arrange an outdoor function on a crystal clear evening with a full-moon backdrop is one to watch with interest. What will it do next, and what is its candidate capable of doing once in office? The evening's perfection deserves respect; Clark Ray is the candidate.