Sunset at the Shore of a Lake

It’s sunset time on the shore of the lake and the last birds of the day fly over the still water.
From the treetops I can hear the movement of leaves and branches. There are some distant sounds that I cannot decipher where they come from or how they are produced.

A few meters away, a white horse shines and takes a deep breath in the darkness.

It’s getting dark. The crescent moon rises and illuminates the ground, the water and the plants with a silvery and mysterious light.

The inhabitants of the night begin to be heard: toads, crickets, owls, bats, urutaus and bacuraus. Some capybaras dive into the water.