Twilight time

We’ve taken to walking in the evening after dinner. The road rises steeply to meet us, you can feel it in your calves, as if gravity increases with altitude. Trees reach across to shake hands, congratulating each other on another fine day. Lilies start to spiral inward, their yellow throats glowing in faces of orange. Under the pines the darkness condenses from the air and settles like silt in a pond. It rounds the edges, turns trees into hills, gives them a solid shape you can feel a hundred yards away. Reminds me of “Evening” from the The Moody Blues’ “Days of Future Passed.”

It’s late, the dishes await.

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  1. Hi, Jeff! Enjoyed your description of an evening walk, and applaud your priotities–let the dishes wait! Chores are very patient, they will wait as long as necessary.

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