"Dusk settled and rolled the trails into shadow, and the sparrows huddled under the warm robes of spruce. The oaks and elms were softly growling to one another, while the grasses whispered themselves to sleep, and twilight revealed their dreams.
The stout-hearted redwoods stood their heights under a nightfall of diamonds, across whose eternities Orion the hunter followed the star-haloed stag.
It was an evening as magic as any other; and as usual, hardly anyone noticed."
- from Chapter I