Kevan Smith - Early

At early morn, about once a month (homeworld time), the night sky would be almost dark.  The trillion stars meet the BlueBow Butterflies as they rise from the grasses to blend like stars joining the celestial paradise.  The air is a bit crisp, even chilly, and the translucent animals and birds meld into Bonn’s visuals.  He normally couldn’t see them in daylight but at this precious time they blend and move like a slow trickle throughout the grasslands below their camp.  Bonn lies and studies through night-glasses for as long as he can before they disappear with the suns again.