There is a moment, at the end of a long summer's day, when the liquid amber sun is about to slip gently between the trees. Suddenly, it flares to life one last time, catching the most ordinary of things, and making them seem as if they are lit from within. It is a moment of extraordinary grace, when the world around us glows. Raise your face to the sun at this moment, and the world is transformed before your very eyes. The silken threads of a spider's web become the arches of a glowing cathedral. The tiniest of insects dance in the air, and you feel, for a moment, as though you are bathed in light. The very earth seems to hum with life.
Then suddenly, the air cools, the light fades, and the sun melts softly over the edge of the earth. Night descends. Nunc dimittis.