Nighttime.

Highlands of the Big South Fork (Fentress Co, TN, Nov 1, 2012)
The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Nighttime is womb- time.
~ John O’Donohue

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