In dusk she is covering of gentle sunfall light,waiting for me passing her,like old friend.I know her await without sound,but I can hear of numberless hands shaking at me.
I long for shadowy founts, where the birds twitter and chirp at noon from every tree; I long for blossomed leaves and lowing herds; And Nature's voices say in mystic words, " The green fields wait for thee."
I find that using softer lights this time of year help connect me to the season, bringing more of an awareness on how things are changing, how it is affecting the plants and animals.