The darkness closes tight around the rose tinged sunset in the west and the blackening dusk sky frames the moon as the first stars begin to sparkle and glisten. The air blows cold and the paths sheened with dew take the remaining light and twinkle a starlit path for my footsteps. Funny, but the birds are still singing even into the dusky evening and it lifted my heart and gave the greatest thoughts of you and I wished you were now at my side. Strong, gentle and sensitive hearts at ease in the evening gloom. Fluid as gossamer threads that stream from the unfurling leaves in our purpose to find peace in the beauty and wonderment of lives raised up high in nature.