As the sun goes down into the heart of blue mountains far, far away I gaze at the clouds of the last hour as they hang on the clear horizon. With every passing second, the sun fades away into darkness and silence takes over the cold, chilly coastline. The clouds are on the move, there are no lone clouds hovering above. I keep my vision fixated on the distant horizon miles, miles away. Light lingers still but it is almost dark and there it is, the crescent of the waxing moon has come upon us.