The Sun is preparing to set.
You can tell by the glimpses of the sky you see through the dispersed tree's. The sky is beset with scattered clouds tinted with a wash of pink and deep gold, bringing breathtaking shades of unearthly color to their previous dull shade of gray.
The woods behind the house seem to darken, welcoming the coming night.
It is hard to tell the exact time of sunset here in Fayetteville. The terrain is composed of slightly rolling hills littered with tall leafy trees. You don't see a clear horizon with a setting orb of gold...... (as in the desert).
Somehow, you sense the end of another day.
Then the symphony begins.
Similar to the beginning notes of a Mozart concerto.... you hear a faint crickett, layered with the songs of a thousand frogs, and the night Acadia tones in right on time. Soon, the woods are alive with sound, amazingly, much louder than during the day. So loud do these night creatures sing, that it drowns out your own conversations and thoughts.
I fought the loud sounds for a while...
I went in the house to talk, or call on the phone, or to just get away from all the chattering and singing and chipping and chirping...
'but one evening, sitting out under the mosquito netting, I just listened.
I heard all the sounds in even tempo....
some louder than others, all distinct from one another.
I realized that this was a symphony of the night, and it would benefit me to listen.
To just still oneself long enough to appreciate something so simple as the sounds of the night made by silly little insects of the woods.
To realize that God even blesses the dark following the light....
God Bless
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