Eventide

The western sky is a palette of turquoise and coral with a touch of gray, changing by the minute, darkening, growing in beauty. Firefly's dance about in the air, natures tiny party lights flickering all around us as we do the last of the days chores. Emery stops his work for a moment to listen to the last bird songs of the day. The beauty of all that is around us, leaves us whispering to one another, hushed awe.
Chickens in the hen house squabbling over the best spot to perch for the night. Momma cat and her kittens curled up in a ball of fur in the clean fresh hay. Goats grabbing the last mouthfuls of green grass of the day, slowly making their way to the barn as they graze. Its pure simplicity. Perfect harmony of work and pleasure. Slow steps take us back to the house, hand in hand, laughing at a silly joke, a stolen kiss makes us fall out of step with one another, another laugh.
The screen door slams shut, a comforting sort of familiar sound. The day is done.