“Nightfall was approaching, the light pouring away past the world’s horizon in a gradually darkening cascade.” — Obie Williams Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, the wind got hold of the hammock. Leaves murmured. It was cold and the sun had gone down.” — Marcus Speh Copy Share Image
“She likes the mystery of that changeover, those fifteen minutes of sundown when the streets and trees and people and parked cars… — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
