There is no Night so dark, so black as Night in the country.
Who else is up so late? Who else watches and hears the sights and sounds of Night in the Country -- the many stirrings of silence, the many colors of the dark? Lyrical text and velvety pictures pr.
Across the field a light glows.
Go to the window.
Listen.
Owls swoop, a rabbit patters, and in the yard an apple falls -- pump -- from the tree.
And while the people dream of daytime things, the nighttime world awakens.
There is no Night so dark, so black as Night in the country