> ~~Well... in truth the nights, right now... in summer its light most of the time, up here are as black as a deadly sin and cold enough to have brought the few inches of snow we had the other day.
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> >>However, I do know exactly the colour you mean, allowing for the various things discussed in my original post. Is that the colour that is sort of night tree feeling and jasmine-smelling, and sounds a bit like a cello?
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> ~~ Mmm... A cello or a low, smooth elven flute. Trees in the night is very right though, the forest shadows in the twilight when it goes from slightly dim to just dark enough that edges blur and everything begins to change from what it is in the monotonous world of daylight to the life it takes at night. I love walking... I could never get tired of this hour. Especially in autumn, when the brisk chill breaks the air and your breath is like white silk on the wind, and when the tired summer sun sets low down and all the red stains are lifted from the sky. Its like being in another world.


*Holding breath*

~Raven~, you know... Wow. That just has to be the best description of an autumn walk at dusk that I have ever read. Riveting. Gorgeous. Amen.

I would be even more amazed if you pulled off an equally vibrant description of, say, the first gentle fall of snow of the season... :-)

Wolfspirit