To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
And find that the dark, too, blooms and sings.
I am a child of the gloaming... My favourite times of the day are always dawn and dusk, whatever the Season. And one of the greatest gifts is to see the dawn of a new day, when the dark literally sings, as more and more birds lift their voices as they see the sun rise over the horizon...
Photo prompt: The Singing Dark