Trees rise against the vivid blues and golden yellows that fill the sky shortly after sunset.
Moments After Sundown
Rolling Hills
Five Minutes
Momentary Beauty
Ephemeral
. . .
Together with my family and friends, we emerge from our burrows on the hill to greet the night. My pupils are open, dark, and wide. The bright shards of golden-blue lift my heart. I am small under the endless radiant reach of sky. I am silent. Here, with every breath we feel the welcome darkness of our lives.