When the sun falls below the horizon at La Finca and there is no moon, the sky becomes dark enough to transform to velvety purple shadows what were wooded mountains only moments ago. Then the air becomes crisp and a quiet rustling begins in the undergrowth, as the creatures of the night begin to emerge. Sometimes, when the time is right and I am still enough, I may be graced with the ancient, echoing call of an owl.
When night comes to La Finca and there is no moon, the entire bowl of the sky is suddenly pierced by stars, shining, countless, near and far, wordlessly expressing infinity in the depth of their black, textured backdrop. If the daytime landscape of La Finca reminds me to find a world within, the night sky, in its vastness, reminds me that, standing here in the illuminating darkness, I am but an instant in eternity.