Far-flung, afield, dusk travel’s magnet draws moonglow painted shadow space. I pause to note rough sounds cease asnight’s homely adjustment commences.Soft rustles, steps, flutterings stitch air,litter low, just over there, now whispers here.Sense a thousand ears tuning their stationsfrom light’s brash cymbal-clapped squawksto Hammond B of night’s sweet clarinets. top image by Dokkar Kerfe is…