I know the fish are feeding there. Far back under the bridge, in the deep dark you can't see into, a big fish will splash once or twice. The spinners are dancing. A few will find the webs where I will see them displayed tomorrow. The valley turns away from the sun quickly at last, or at least so it seems.
Bats are out.
The shadow line has been replaced by the silhouette of the willows and trees against the last of the light in the sky. This is the line the bats cross back and forth over. They have just started their night's contribution to the movement but it is time for me to end mine for now. I take the short cut through the graveyard again, crawl under the fence. Not far beyond, I pause to rest for a moment.