However, as the sun sank, I watched a villager set fire to the edges of his field:
When I asked him, he said he was burning the Lantana bushes.
I am still not sure why he had to burn them, but the sun and the flames seemed to compete.
It seemed that, along with the fires, the whole sky was aflame:
I watched the fires rage...
I walked away down the trail and the moon and stars came into their own: