There is a silence, which descends on the land, as the day starts to fade and night begins creeping into all the corners of the earth
Although the day time sounds are muted. But darkness, you understand, is not silent…small melodious voices break out through all the long time, of that mysterious shadowy time of sleep.
Invisible intimate sounds: the hoot of an owl, a squeak of a scurrying mouse, a nightbird calling;the howl of a distant coyote…are a constant flicker at the edge of hearing.
There are those who feel an uneasiness in the night. But not I….
I find a late night walk (among those creatures of the land) a rather comforting journey of peace.
From my world to your heart,