Fire and crickets

A small fire in the big woods, river critters doing what river critters do at night. Stars emerge as sunset loses its grip on the western horizon. Alleycat clouds slink occasionally by, just this side of unnoticed. Thin, moving with purpose.

Smoke from the small fire rises straight up through the clearing in the trees. The rustle of a breeze occasionally slides across the treetops but has no business with the forest floor this evening. The lead scout for colder times coming. Moving with a purpose.

Critters move heard but unseen in the darkness, doing what critters do at night. Bats occasionally dip down from the treetops. A fish rolls quietly on the surface, just this side of unnoticed. Looking for a meal, moving with a purpose.