Her thigh clung to mine with dampness as we watched the sunset through the Tamaracks and willows. We had just finished swimming down at the watering hole a mile off and now were lying down on a towel in a nearby field. We watched as an array of yellows and oranges, pinks and purples filled and conglomerated in the sky as the world behind us plunged into an inky black night.
The stars now started to dance into view as the sun melted away and the vast range of hues trailed along with it. The field of flowers seemed to transform from a soft pink color to a purpled-white mixture and bowed their heads to the sun, awaiting its final departure. The scent of their sweet aroma filled the air with each passing breeze. The perfume emanated throughout the entire field and animated new life from its scent.
Now the sky, with the sun's final ray of light extinguished by the seemingly eternal darkness, was only lit by the light of a full moon, and time seemed to stand still. We wanted this moment to last forever. We gazed at the twinkling stars and laughed as the fireflies that danced above our noses, tickled us as they landed on our cheeks. Their soft glimmer of light that radiated from them made them appear as if the stars, too, would join in on this earthly celebration.
There was never a time more peaceful for us, so we dared not to move, as, we feared, it may disturb the display nature had put on for the evening. The symphony of crickets and frogs chanting their sweet melody and the wind-blown reeds rustled with rhythm and added a festivity to the air. The party had finally begun. Tonight nature seemed to have put on a show of a lifetime for its two new onlookers, who were enchanted by it performance.
We could have stayed awake all night to see the multitude of encores put on by the other wolves in the mountains, who howled at the fully pregnant moon, except, the peacefulness of the expositions put on was so relaxing that we drifted off into dreamland awaiting to see the Grand Finale our minds would conjure up. Once again, nature had succeeded at proving that there is no single better art, than the one she can come up with.
