The blue hour descends – sundown has come & gone, but full night has not yet fallen. Only a few stars are beginning to appear, dimly, nor is the moon yet a factor. The air is mostly still, and nothing else is moving or making a sound. In the cool twilight the faintly glowing mass of Vimy Peak looks even greater than usual, thanks to its reflection on the surface of Lower Waterton Lake. It’s a rare, peaceful time on the lake, and I drink it in.