A black kite with the full moon glowing through a white tribal applique. Magic.
Micron in 15+ wind on a strip of beach in Florida. One side of the window was slightly lit by the windows of a nearby restaurant. The other side of the window was pitch dark. You couldn't see the kite until it got within about 3 feet of the sand. You could hear it buzzing away into the night, then screaming back toward the ground. How long could you wait before pulling up? Good thing that kite was unbreakable. Magic.
We used to have a term for flying past sunset and into the night. It was called "flying 'till CSS"
CSS = Can't See Sh!t