The Night

The air is cool and still. The night sky turns a deep violet hue as the blood red sun drops behind the dark sloping mountains across the valley. A silver mist descends upon the valley's lush green meadow as darkness creeps across the winter sky, enclosing the night in an icy grip. The thick grassy fields froth and sway below, undulating in sweeping currents, as breaths of winter wind sweep between the high frosty mountains. Across the mountain peaks, the moon gently rises above the ridges, casting dark shadows of the treetops down across the valley. Pictures and shapes of shadow dance and flitter across the grassy fields like a fast forwarded shadow puppet show. The moon continues its sweeping arc above the fertile earth, illuminating the valley below, bathing it in a soft shinning pearly glow. The night has arrived, and the world is at peace.