There is a timelessness to the evening

when birds sing 

when stars collide

when wind blows cold

There is a ferocity to night

when the moon is overhead

when the grass waves slowly

when every footstep must be taken with care

There is a kindness to the darkest part of day

when light is in between being gone and being discovered

when quiet permeates everything

when the stillness gives you pause 

There is wonder in the dawn

when rosy orange erupts into the blue

when every minute is brighter than the last

when sunlight cascades its warmth into life