|E is for Evening.|
|Reflections by Marcel Rieder|
Evening speaks of comfort and magic. Evenings remind me of back porch conversations after supper, when I was a child. I can still hear the sporadic hum of traffic out on 170 and the rustle of cornstalks close by. Evenings remind me of the quiet lap of waves under a gorgeous sunset, just off of Ali"i drive. I can still smell the warm salt air and feel the sand and lava rock under my feet. And on clear evenings, I remember the feel of a crisp breeze across my cheek, while waiting for the heavens to darken, watching fireflies on a grassy astronomy field with my husband, in the middle of nowhere.
Evenings failing light is warm-golden, as are my memories.
Evening is also when I feel most creative. From the days failing light till past the witching hour of midnight, I love to write and create. I have been this way since I was a child. I am happy, not to have grown out of this love.
Good Evening A to Zers.