Its darker earlier these days. Looking out the window I see softening shades of blue and mauve and grey.
I see stones along th3 path and must be careful so that I don't stumble in the early evening hours.
I see a button that looks as if it has been created out of clay, perhaps from the bank of a slowly moving winter stream.
"The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater -- a moment when anything can happen, anything believed in." - Olivia Howard Dunbar
