In the country, the evening sky stretches as far as the eye can see. It envelopes you in shades of blue and coral awash with watercolor hues of pale lavender, vibrant orange, and fuchsia.
The sun, a blinding glow in the west, sinks into the horizon. It is slow to set. You can watch it as it grows smaller and smaller. Yet, it comes as a surprise when you realize it’s gone and all of the clouds have vanished, too, disappearing into the sky as it deepens, navy to indigo to black, until all around it is suddenly dark.
There is nothing quite like the quiet calm of a starry night in the country where all you hear is silence.