Often times the end of the day is a time of peace
All the work is winding down
The day is starting to cool off
The night birds wake up to sing their special songs, and the day birds chirp the last of their melodies.
The gloaming is starting to rise from the land, the crickets raising their voices and the hummingbird moths quickening their search for food.
Peace.
The beautiful, marvelous ending to each and every day.
From my heart to your world,
Linda




























