Through the lens my eyes sought to capture a moment; my fingers fumbled to bring the scene into focus; sounds of desert life brushed past my ears. The sun set orange on the hills as darkness covered the desert valley. Tall Saguaros became ghosts. In this calm landscape, I chased a disappearing beauty, taking one picture after another. The desert is alive at night. All life comes out of hiding as the sun dips below the horizon. In this desert, night is a time to play, to sing, to breathe the cooler air. A jack rabbit paused long enough for me to take his picture, while darkness filled the sky. The light finally gone, I sat still enjoying a beauty now fixed in memory and a peace brought by the evening. It was a peace of reassurance that was aided by the sights, sounds and smells of the Sonoran Desert. I wanted to stay in that moment. Looking back on this moment, and moments like it since, I suddenly remember a worship song...