As oat field meets a peach sky, the evening has come in stately fashion, with all the grace of a breeze in repose.
Upon this snow-lit eve, reflecting streetlamp gold into the black, I am so at ease within myself.
As evening casts her dusky gown, when the air becomes fresh and restful, the time of joyful reflection has arrived. For in the achievements of the day are a form of self pride that warms the soul, that is a sense of happiness.
The evening is a time of reward after the daylight efforts are made, when it feels good to enjoy the simple pleasures and ready oneself for the world of dreams.
Come the evening time I was ready for calm stillness, for that same sense one may feel in a hammock upon some sun-soaked palm-adorned paradise. That I was at home in my flat made not one iota of difference. I was at peace with the world.
In that welcome amber glow the time of slower thoughts has arrived, those moments when with open eyes my brain becomes as a perfect empty horizon, seeing, yet content to sit. I feel the soothing breeze, become absorbed in the music of crickets, letting the gentle energy of nature wash in.
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