As the sun went lower and the air cooled,
the boys suddenly found some energy and ran around laughing.
I watched them
and watched the sky.
It just felt so right.
The little town below us began to settle down for the night
with the occasional light coming on.
We returned to our little camp
and to pick our spot to watch the sun go down.
Then, when the sky faded to the most gentle pinks and blues
we returned to our base,
the kettle was calling.
Goodnight sweet little twinkling town