Twilight.

I love this time of day in the summer.

The air is cool and sometimes dry, as it is tonight, the livestock are out on the pastures for one last feed before they head for the overnight safety of the barn and paddock, the clouds are tinted peach and salmon, Mister Woodchuck is quietly strumming a ukulele to help Little Woodchuck go to sleep.

The dishes are all washed, the laundry is folded and put away, the lights are off in the house and twilight deepens. Now the animals are heading for the barn and I must go close them in for the night.