There’s a time of evening after the birds have rested their voices and before the insects strike up their chirping symphony when the light is a soft ember on the horizon. A few outdoorsy types appear through the greying light for an easy stroll through Indiana’s emerald woods and fields. There’s a shared understanding among the woodpeckers and the crickets and the midwesterners out for a walk that this is a time of quiet reverence, a moment’s silence to acknowledge the wonders of nature.