The pink and purple background with streaks of white set off the giant ball of golden fire that was the sun as it sank majestically behind the mountains, unhurriedly making way for darkness to fall. The shadows lengthened and mothers called their children into the safety of their homes to a delicious dinner that would be followed by a story sitting by a cozy fireplace. Men working hard to earn the bread to feed hungry mouths at home put away their tools and gathered together for a drink or two and a chat with fellow workers before returning home to the bosom of their wives and families and a hot dinner to look forward to.

At long last, the night descended on the world, shrouding it in mystery and blackness. The moon hung, a shining silver ball in the sky accompanied by twinkling stars, their light combined to shine on the path of those who came home after dusk. Shortly after the moon was at it's brightest, the night fairies awoke and upon the light, gentle breezes of the night, hanging on large dandelion seeds and with the flying petals of the night flowers, they came hither from their bedding holes and the sheltering leaves of the bushes where they slept, awaiting the farewell of the sun that they may stand in the silvery rays of the moon and dance and glitter and delight the eyes of any who saw them. 

Now the windows glowed with the warm light of fire and children sat in a ring around their parents who held thick books in their calloused hands and told tales of times long past and times to come, of adventures and mysteries and fantastic happenings... And the children listened with eagerness, laughing and gasping at the doings of the people of old and new. And soon, the clock struck for bedtime, and all the little children were tucked into bed with a kiss on the forehead with a prayer and a wish for sweet dreams.

(I forgot what I was gonna write ><)