Good start to my novel? Please read!?

Hunter watched the sun slowly set. Stunning pinks and oranges were in the sky, slowly fading to the rising darkness. He sighed as he looked below into his village from his hill. People were disappearing into their homes after a long day of farming. The shopkeepers were hanging lanterns from their porches. Soon a warm light illuminated from almost every home. By now, twilight had come and stars were shining. The moonlight shone with the stars, its light turning anything it touches into radiant silver. A soft breeze had begun to stir. The tall seemed like it was dancing in the moonlight. This was what Hunter loved about his village. Until he thought of his cruel father.