On the Waning Hours, a Passage -- by Alex Ranieri

There is this comfort in an autumn evening—although the sun earlier and earlier sinks below the horizon, he does not leave us entirely bereft—for at dusk the trees, having stored all summer more and more of his light, will not succumb entirely and at once to darkness; but rather show forth the brilliance of his rays gently enough that the human eye can glimpse, for this one glorious hour, what only trees and flowers can stare into eagerly, and without fear.