Night

After sunset there comes a time of day where the whole world seems to be draped in a dark, heavy blanket. The moon floats to the tip of the sky as if it were a balloon released by a child. The silence is heavy and peaceful. The blanket seems to have many tiny holes where pinpricks of light barely have enough courage to shine through. As the night deepens, little animals crawl into their holes and burrow down to the bottom of their den where they immediately fall into dreamland.  The wind swishes its skirts in a peaceful lullaby as it travels home. Finally, the blanket settles as the rest of the world sleeps.