I'm sitting on the meadow, on top of the small, green hill. I was setting-up my tent, but the sudden silence in the air made me stop and sit on the grass. Everything around me started turning into dark shapes against the green, turquoise sky. A small, barely visible crest of the young Moon rose up, just above the horizon. the Sun was long gone, but its traces were still painting the sky in that wonderful, sunset mixtures of colours impossible to reproduce to capture in any way. The colour of the sunset sky is much more than just about the sky itself. It is about the stillness in the air, the soft, tender breeze; muted sounds in the distance a