Driving through the mountains, dusk

Night began her descent, like a curtain drawn closed in slow motion across the sky. She felt heavy on our faces as we drove.

We sang along with the radio, with the soft, moon-laced tones our speeches possess in the night, our voices silver once darkness has perched upon our lips.

I was in the mountains for the first time this past week and it was breathtaking. I want to go back.