QUOTE : It was that time of day, or night, that happens only a few weeks a year at a certain hour in certain parts of the American West. The sun sets behind mountains but the cloudless sky that is more than cloudless, it is lens clear -clear as the clearest water - holds the light entirely, holds it in a pale blue as if reluctant to let it go. The light refines the edges of the ridges to something honed, and the muted colors of the pines on the slopes, the sage-roughened fields, the houses in the valley - the colors pulse with the pleasure of release, as if they know that within the hour they too will rest.