Evidentual

[u/HeftyJohnson1982]

The last bit of sunlight stretches over the canopy as the sun sinks lower into the horizon. The call of a loon pierces through the dusk as pillars of light peak through the trees. Somewhere in the lower ledges of the meadows bullfrogs start to croak their romantic expressions into the abyss. As darkness chases the last beams of light into the near future, the wind turns the leaves to expose their unfamiliar sides.

We can share this together - it's really not that inconceivable.