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January 9, 2012

The sun stretches her fingers across the hills behind my home. Already there are shadows creeping up the side of the house and across the alley. I struggle to regain my equilibrium in the shifting time-change . The light fibs to me about where I am in my day. It is so silent right now I can hear the hummingbird’s wings as she sips nectar from the potted lemon.

In olden days they classified  this hour the Gloaming. That rich moment when the world pauses and salutes the sinking sun.

Dinner was supposed to have been started but it wasn’t. Laundry was supposed to have been swishing away, and it’s not. But there is laughter in the living room and singing upstairs so to quote Maria Von Trapp

Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

When the girls were little I would roll up the sidewalks, shutter the windows, light a fire and cozy in.

They are too old for me to try that now. But winter offers it to me on a dark blanket sky, glowing fireplace and hot chocolate  giggles.

May your night be as lovely.



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