My favorite time of day is that when the shadows stretch long across the landscape. When the sun sinks down and casts the shadows of the trees in such a way that they stretch like giant fingers across the road, once again reclaiming the earth into darkness. The time of day when the sky blazes orange, then turns deep red and fades into pinks and purples and blues and you marvel at how no painter on earth could imagine how to pant such beautiful colours. Then you stop watching for a moment and suddenly the colours are gone. When the birds sing their evening songs, reserved for just this moment and we begin our nocturnal sommersault.
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