we wrapped ourselves in quilts as the sun went down
sun brushed dark pink against the wisps of clouds in the west
a hummingbird stopped by to drink from the pink fuschia on the deck
lingered a while
drank from hanging blossoms
stayed with us for a moment, suspended
beside the umbrella that sheltered us from a momentary falling evening mist
coyotes sang from the river valley
shadows flitted across the darkening sky
bats emerging for their evening adventures
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