I've always had an affinity for dusk. As a child, a summer evening was a magical time with the coolness settling in, the sounds of crickets and tree frogs and the occasional grunt of a bullfrog. I remember the feel of 'shade grass' beneath my bare feet ... soft, silky and cool. I now know it as Soysa grass, but back then it was simply shade grass. The sun would hang low in the sky for what seemed ages sharing the heavens with the moon and finally the true magic would happen when the fireflies would come out and begin their dance. I took this picture at dusk this evening. When I printed it out, it brought back all these memories. I think the title of the photo speaks for itself.