The sun has been down for an hour, but the evening remains bright . The sky is blue with pink streaky clouds. The wind has turned soft and dry after a sweltering day of humidity and 95 degrees. There are a few birds singing softly, but otherwise it is utterly quiet. Hildegard-the-cat is curled up at my feet, every now and then rolling onto her back so that I can admire her snow-white tummy. Claire cat is hiding in the day-lilies – hoping to catch something, I suppose.
This evening light, it penetrates the soul with its clarity. It ushers in a beauty that suspends time. The quiet heightens the voices of the past. The breeze blows in suspense. I sit still and wait.
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