rachel speaks:

I remember the night I fell in love with the evening. I was driving on a mountain road, a few moments after dusk: the trees’ shadows were merging with the background of the sky, the cool air was a whisper in my ear. I did not abandon myself uncontrollably, I did not lose sight of the road. Rather the evening surrounded me the way a footprint surrounds a foot, the way a star is surrounded by empty space.

— Ira Sadoff, Seven Romances