Mist is shrouding the land, still and hushed.
Across the rolling hills, the patchwork of green fields are turning a muted blue turquoise and the dark, statue-like trees turn a deep indigo.
The welcoming lights come on, timid to start with, then becoming brighter as darkness falls.
They guide our eye on and upward across the land.
On the crest of the hill, the moon spreads its silver glow.
In the silent valley, we are standing still.
The earth is still too.
Time is passing.
The only movement is the globe of light moving skyward.
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