I'm a fool for dusk. Everything about it. The lighting. The sounds. The vastness of it and the closeness of it. How it all seems cozy for a while---or at least settled down a bit.
If you take a walk during the winding down of the day you can smell the roast or stew or pasta being cooked and you say supper in your head or you can hear the clinking of ice in glasses or you catch the slightest glimpse of honey light in the window of an old man who never stops reading or you hear the start of an argument or a runner goes WHOOSH past you or you hear laundry clanking around in a dryer and you say chores in your head and you feel bowled over from all the light everywhere being reflected---this is what captures and frames it all mostly; for that period of time every day---it all just glows.
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Beautiful, Cupcake!
That was really pretty! I love it! Although, I'm particular to dawn myself, and not just because it makes a fine name. But because it's a brand new plate of a day on which you can put anything you like. It also smells very nice, fresh and clean, ready for a new start.
Love it. You captured what I think is the perfect time of day! Shouldn't this be stitched on a pillow?
So, yesterday I'm walking the bulldog down a gorgeous parkway at about 5pm... the sunset on my face and just a general sense of peace and I honestly thought, my golly - isn't this just the BEST, just this quiet and settling down-ness and the people running and making dinner and is it the time of day or is it that it's Sunday evening or that I've had two beers on an empty stomach and I should write a poem. But I didn't. And I'm just really glad you did.
I have to tell you I thought, "Ok tonite I'll write a boring post" when I wrote about my Love Of Dusk so it makes me really quite content that you all liked it. I can safely say that is the meaning of life for me. Well, THAT and arugula.
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