Evening Comes

Recently I felt a wonderful sensation from dipping in and out of valley floors while a fog was collecting and the light deminishing.  The almost too cool air sweeping over me as I biked through the quiet dusk, would wake me, give me a quick breath and draw me to zip up my shirt just a bit more.  The open fields and marshes extended over the horizon and sent me back to where I was to go.

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