You describe your Wonderful Night very well. That is, you describe the place & the people and the night and the feeling of it all, very well—but not the itself—the setting but not the jewel. And no wonder! Wordsworth often does just the same. His (you're bound to read it about 10 years hence. Don't try it now, or you'll only spoil it for later reading) is full of moments in which everything except the itself is described. If you become a writer you'll be trying to describe the all your life: and lucky if, out of dozens of books, one or two sentences, just for a moment, come near to getting it across.