Watching the sky turn dark #30daywild day 21

We sat, quietly, listening to the last of the bird evensong.

Watched as the last birds flew home,

listened to them settling down to roost.

There is a certain special moment,

between day and night.

When the earth holds her breath,

then quietly, 

quietly,

gently,

releases it.

You have to be silent,

 be still,

be patient

and when, and only then,

you have mastered 

listening to that moment...

You hear that breath.

#30dayswild - what makes your heart soar?