The wind whips awaySoft chill on bare fleshEvening—the end of the day,Start of something else. Gardening it remindsMoonshine it bringsTo a grateful shepherdMiles away from home. Night is a quiet companionBut weekends are differentMan and his imagination,The best team ever known. Clouds rumble aboveTo unnatural flightsThe sky is very busySo is Berkeley’s night. The ocean…