The sun went down half an hour ago, and there is a nearly perfect stillness in the evening. I stand outside and wonder how such a night is possible, how — in the great cycle of air masses thrusting and obtruding their way across the planet, boiling up from the oceans and scattering over the plains — this small-valley quiet comes to be.

If Verlyn lived anywhere close to me here on the Gulf coast, he would be even more amazed when stillness comes to be…

via Editorial – The Rural Life – Perfectly Still – NYTimes.com.