I just spent the last 40 minutes driving the backroads between Lucan and Clonee back and forth. The sun was very low in the horizon as I started my journey. On the way back, as dusk settled, I was alone with my thoughts driving through the fields my memory jumped back more than 30 years to a time when I used to go camping with my school to a country house close to the woods. I used to spend the afternoon waiting for the evening to arrive so we could sit around a huge bonfire to tell horror stories.
There is something peaceful about the time of the day when the sun goes away and the night settles in. Specially when you are surrounded by trees and can smell the wet grass after an afternoon shower on a cool spring evening.
I will take that feeling to bed this evening.