I have been out and about and thoroughly enjoying myself these last few weeks. I am usually not a night person, but have recently switched my daily habits, to those more akin to owl or cougar. A nocturnal flare, lighting my way to the happenings of the dusk forest world. An invitation from the trees, to join in on a supper of golden light and sweet pine needle essence. A howl from the wolves to step from the threshold of my mountain meadow, into the nether-lands ruled by moose, coyote, bear and deer. A reminder to experience. A time for myself. A quiet hour to commune with my natural surroundings. The sweet summer hours of evening beauty.