Night falls on the mountainside
In the sky the freshness of a star
Steep valley ridges lose their shape
Their rippling contours merge to black
The last warmth of sunlight glows on the ridge opposite
And slowly the orange disintegrates to tawny white
If you look closely you can see it happen,
Watch the world transform before you – timeless moment.
On the far side of the valley fires burn in the darkness
Later on, they will peter out and disappear into the night.