before but after

In the small secluded place I live there is a time I like the most. it makes up for everything else.
before the skies grow dark and I play with the shadows as something of the night. but after the ever changing days in which I exclude my self from the sunlight pleasures. there is that moment where night over takes day. and it feels like the sun is running away. the wind picks up in breezes to make the trees sigh softly. and the clouds tease with rain so that storms may come and go. that moment of silence when the world is still loud. I look to the skies and I see for a moment. things I only wish I could really see. to me this moment is precious. for this moment I am nothing and I think nothing. not the past nor the future. even the president seems distant from me then. it's close to a moment I think k about a lot. it reminds me of where the impossible tries to be...
or maybe I'm just weird lol. I did this on my tablet so please excuse the poor grammer