There is a time between the busyness of day and the tiredness of night called dusk.
As the sun slips below the horizon, the wind calms and everything becomes peaceful. Coolness settles. Animals wind down, Chickens head for the roost, flutter, and settle for the night. Doves coo. Frogs croak. Bats swoop after roused mosquitos. Coyotes howl as they ready for a nightly prowl. Owls hoot then fly silently from treetop to treetop trying to spot a scurrying, unaware mouse.
All seems unfamiliar and mysterious. This magical time lasts for a few precious moments until darkness closes in and swallows it up.
