It is getting very late and the trumpets clarion call reminds us that this night of magic will not last forever and we should satiate ourselves in it's wonder while we still can. Let your heart beat faster. Your last invitation. Morning will not be denied and will soon wrestle control of the earth from the night. Solitary and eerie, yet so sensual, the trumpet fills all empty spaces.
Nothing is hidden.
One last surge of the restless energy before it dies in the rush of daylight surging this way and that. The crescendo is over. A perfect ending to a lovely story. Lie back and luxuriate in the sensuous waves of sound washing over you one after another. A very special moment.