Tuesday, November 09, 2010
The Coming Of Evening
As the sun began to set, I was doing my chores. The sky to the west was full of color. By the time my chores were done, the colors were so much more intense. Now in the house, looking out the kitchen window, there is a peace that has spread through the house with a fullness that is not to be described with words.
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...