It’s finally starting to smell like Spring…the snows are all gone

So walking in the soft gloaming of the day turning into gathering twilight

Has a fluttering feel of new happenings

Then the night grows,

filling the world with a different sort of peace.

Then grey, grey light of the beginning day  (the first load of kids going to school goes by our house about 6:45 A.M.)

Brings early morning sunlight to the canyons along the Uncompaghre Plateau

I love walking in the gloaming and at night…the earth, the sky, the very air.  Everything sings a song to me.

From my world to your heart,

Linda