The quality of evening in the high mountains – whatever has gone on during the day, now it’s a new, exalted realm, all the creatures feel it. The clouds have cleared and the distant peaks are bright and stark, and the untouchable peace of their world is spread open to all who can see them. A world of powerful calm.
The two pairs of grey jays who are here during the day, a little like parrots with their broad wings and confident ways, choose this time of day to fly off over the hills of fir, to their roost somewhere off toward the summits. The bird-calls are rare now, at this hour, but when they come they seem to mean more.