Last evening I was returning home from a storytelling performance when i decided to take the back road. It wasn't afternoon yet it wasn't night...I guess dusk would be the best word. The day was cool, as most days have been here in northern Indiana this spring, but so lovely. At one point I pulled over to the side of the road to just enjoy the beauty of the early evening.
Maybe I was drawn to the sound of the birds, or the color of the sky...or maybe the scent of fresh dirt or the grass, I don't know what made me stay and linger as I did. With my camera in hand I took a couple of photos to capture the moment. The photo does not give you all that I felt in that short amount of time.
Later I thought about the photo and the evening and likened it to the singing of a hymn in an old church.
Perhaps you know exactly how I felt or perhaps not.
Until tomorrow.
2 comments:
Amen sister. Where I live the evening sky should be savored by everyone. However, the tasks that consume one after a busy day deprives the average Joe of a priceless Night "cap". As a teen, I worked in a bakery after school, which faced toward the western horizon in Florida. I saw Amazing sunsets. I do hope I impressed this fact upon my co workers/classmates..
Thank you for your comment. I have a T-shirt that says, "The hours between the dusk and dawn belong to the artists of the world." Dusk, the night sky, first star of evening...so many folks miss the beauty surrounding them.
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