Dusk: A Soft Place to Land After a Hard Day

Twilight, day’s end, sunset, nightfall… whatever one may call it — I call it my favorite time of the day

To be in the path of a shifting breeze as it blows past, rises and meets up with the treetops, as the sun encased in glorious colors, sets, while tall palms rhythmically dance and sway

Rejuvenating all which has been depleted in the chaos of the day

Repairing that oh so vital… last nerve’s fray

Along with a few deep breaths, followed by slow, elongated exhales —

There goes the tension & stresses of the day; the drama, the gridlock, the bad news, it all fades, it pales

It truly is an an elixir, a magic tonic, just the right portion I need

The vice which I have allowed to tighten its hold on me — now released, now freed

With the cobwebs cleared and the fire ignited, I am ready to face whatever the ‘morrow might bring

A little extra bonus, missed in the fog and rush of the morn; although day is nearly complete — the birds still sing…

It’s the only other sound — outside of the whispers of the wind…

The only sounds I’m tuned into, as this, another day, comes to its end

It really is the small things in this softer, quiet moment of the day, wherein the setting time is a settling time; dusk

And, God Willing, for it is in him alone, whom I place all trust…

Another tomorrow; a fresh new start, via a brand new day

Another chance to get it right, another opportunity to not let the world — have its way