“I listened as the insects began to hum from the oasis, loud even from the distance we were at. The stars began to wink and blink above us as the last vestiges of sunlight slipped behind the horizon. A desert wolf sent up a howl, its pack answering it with feral glee at the moon’s appearance. It was magical, the coming together of day and night, a complicated dance of light and dark. Small and large, everything seemed to be awake at twilight, praising Nicar for another day—whether rising to enjoy the night, or bedding down to rest.”
Book:By the Sun and Stars