Twilight fell. The stars came out white and clear. Night cloaked the valley with dark shadows and the hills with its obscurity. The blue vault overhead deepened and darkened. The hunter patrolled his beat, and hours were moments to him. He heard the low hum of the insects, the murmur of running water, the rustle of the wind. A coyote cut the keen air with high-keyed, staccato cry. The owls hooted, with dismal and weird plaint, one to the other. Then a wolf mourned. But these sounds only accentuated the loneliness and wildness of the silent night.”
–Zane Grey (The Mysterious Rider)
“Where is the [trail] to the source of light? Where is the home of the east wind? Who created a channel for the torrents of rain? Who laid out the [trail] for the lightning?”
–Job 38:24-25 (NLT)