It's when the swallows finish up their last swoops and hand over the night to the bats. It's when an uncertain breeze springs up from nowhere, rustling the grass and rippling the leaves. It's when coyotes begin to yip and howl, padding through the spreading shadows. It's when Venus brightens into visibility in the western sky and an owl glides silently overhead. It's when there are sudden silences and strange stirrings behind you.
It's when I feel peaceful and happy.
