An unrehearsed symphony

The setting of the sun cues the rising of the evening sounds. The evening sounds are swamplike, buzzing, whirring, chirping, blurping, whooping…how does one describe this symphony, familiar and at the same time altogether different from a United States summer evening? It is my favorite time of day in Caranavi, as the sunset shoots magnificence into the clouds, and purple, pink, orange, red, and blue blanket the green hills and blue skies. The hills’ song comes to life, surrounding me with summer sounds, night time comforts, and physical rest. An evening shower washes away the dust, an evening breeze blows away the heat, an evening chat soothes away the exhaustion. The evenings here are splendid.