Today I walked before dusk instead of after dawn. The two scenes are different yet the same. At dusk, the world is settling down instead of waking up. The sleepiness felt will soon be met with a welcomed rest instead of a yawning stretch. And in wintertime, dusk lacks the robin’s late-day call, where at dawn it is the cardinal’s early morning alarm that I miss.
But in both I found the same, soft, pink paintbrush at work, marking steaks across the sky.
Have a restful night and a pleasant weekend everyone. See you Monday.