Hello there - I tried myself on the exercise. Please note, that I originally wrote it in German and translated t then to English. So there might be some weird sounding passages :)

A starry night like no other

The wind roared across the sky. It piled up fibrous clouds into truly picturesque wave formations.

The starlight refracted in their swirls, and so the silver glow spread like liquid light over the land,

dark in the night. The mountains in the distance gleamed silver, standing out against the velvet-blue night sky.

The cool air played a soft melody in the trees, grass and bushes. Dogs, foxes and even a little owl joined in every now and then.

A group of tall trees stretched towards the dancing clouds, and through the silvery, glittering tips of their leaves, it looked as if they were swaying with their own lights in the heavenly dance, as if they were competing with the stars in the airy breeze. 

The village lay quietly amidst all the wonderful natural splendour. The roofs were motionless, the church tower tall and proud. No breath of wind made it sway. No gust made its bells ring. Only the starlight was allowed to shimmer on it. If only because it had no other choice. Neither one nor the other.

Even the golden light behind the windows eluded the wind chime. 

It had no choice but to whirl up the dust from the alleyways in front of the glass barriers, conjuring

a golden glow in front of the walls. The interior remained untouched. The people in the houses were not aware of the beauty. They occasionally heard the mournful howling in their cosy fireplaces. Perhaps a shower of sparks, if an overly cheeky breath of air made it all the way down. Then there was a flurry of activity and cursing. No thanks to the beauty of the night.

Only the lonely hiker, who was watching the scene from high up on the mountain, was aware of all the splendour. The howling of the wind between the houses – where, frustrated at being excluded from everywhere, it raged rather than danced. It interrupted the lovely sound of the night-time symphony. It disturbed the grace of the nocturnal ensemble.

So, despite the golden glow, it remained a disturbance in the overall picture of the night. And even the dogs that lived there joined in with the wind's wailing from time to time. Freedom – they cried. Freedom, thought the night-time wanderer, and followed the path down to the village.