As the evening light fades, the world around the patio starts to close the shades for the night. The little succulent seems to snuggle up to the larger pot that provides it shade by day. The hummingbirds make one more pass over the flowers for a little night-cap, and then head in to the huge pine trees that line the fence. “tec tec tec” they say, as they click their little tongues and settle in. The doves can be heard somewhere overhead just out of sight, as they fly by with that whirring wing sound they make, I wish I could replicate that sound with words; and into the same pine trees they go where the hummingbirds have gone. The Pine Tree Hotel; there may be a party there tonight. The Cicadas are playing their favorite song.
Very interesting shot. And I love the description.
Thank you Shimon.