
I can remember being younger and as late evening neared, the only thing on my mind was the anticipation of going out and about with my young friends, to see what we could get into. "Hopefully something that did not lead to trouble! tehe " Now, as I've grown older, I find that as "dusk" nears, I anticipate the quiet moments, as darkness approaches, the only sounds heard being the birds whistling their goodnight from nest to nest, the bubbling of the stream flowing by, filled with the sounds of the frogs awakening. I love my quiet time at dusk.
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