Home to bed

The sun sunk lower. Fire tortured trees became silhouettes. With the daytime moon turning silver it was time to take the rough ride home to bed.

Evening, Mount Hay

Words to walk with:
From To the Evening Star by William Blake
“Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!”