Tonight, the moon plays a game of hide and seek. Hiding itself behind the sky and then showing up once again from under this blanket of darkness. The night bats, for whom this is day, make their way across the sky. Almost as the eagles do in their day. The hoot of the owl sounds softly in the distance. The trees, silent in their magnificence, stand against the sky and the banyan drops its roots onto the road below where the busy people go about their busy lives.