Night falls. Beyond the valley, beyond the green and gold gulf of forest, the stars glow in the bluish depths of the heaven. The sky is enveloped in gold, then pink. The sunset burns and sinks beneath the hills turning the mountains beyond purple. The hump of the moon emerges from the spreading horns of the gum trees. The shadows deepen against the land. It is so quiet, hardly a sound, just the grass whispering in the light breeze.