The moutains looked like rocks of rainbow. They glistened under the evening dew. The setting sun cast an orange gradiating to pink hue that looked magical. Silhouetted against those glorious rocks was a cowboy and two horses. He was out on a ride, watching the sun depart from earths sight. The moon was coming into view. At ninety-eight percent it was full in two days. But it looked so whole and bright that the wonder could have easily been mistaken for complete. The sun was fully gone and the rocks had turned to darkness, no colour evident on them. Still under the night sky, the cowboy continued to trek across tbe wide open land. Soon enough, an evening ride turning into a camp out under the stars.