I envision the infinite blue skies surrounding us
but they were slowly fading into the mountain’s sunset haze.

The winds they whispered and whinnied through the trees.

The spirits of air, whistling with wild will: yet woeful in the days waning.
The winnowing light wilted the wind’s temperaments, you see
.
For night was coming:
Stillness was demanded by natures’ stern command.

It was soon to be owl time.

Together, we sat: gazing at the infinite abyss
as it consumed azure firmament.

We joined hands.
And for a time, we stood witness to the power of the night.