Sitting on my balcony this evening, I was enjoying a beautiful sunset and a lightly cooling breeze … and working industriously on my linguistics projects. Just as the world slipped into the magic moment that only lasts for about 10 minutes, and only on the very best of summer nights, I heard the tinkling of bells. For a moment, I thought it was the ice cream truck (well, the ice cream motorcycle with a chilly side car to be precise). Since I had just encountered my very first freshly made coconut ice cream on Sunday, I was prepared to skip downstairs and have another. Looking up, I saw it wasn’t the ice cream-o-cycle after all: it was the cows coming home. The small herd of cattle that moves from field to field near my apartment was making its way around the traffic circle and heading for the lane. Something about watching those cows heading home in the twilight after a long days grazing made me feel very peaceful and content. It also made me realize I’ve been sitting here typing for too long. I’m going to find some ice cream.