As I was collecting the trash tonight I noticed some marks in the grass in the backyard so I went out to investigate, keeping in mind last year's vole situation. It has been a lot this weekend, I'm feeling a bit at the end of my tether with trying to do up the resume' and beginning to straighten up my shelves, so I took a bit of grounding advice and sat on my old garden bench for a few minutes. This is what I saw.

It was a damp, chilly but not cold, dusk. The Sun was below the horizon but it was still lending a luminous orange color to the line where the Sky met the Earth. The Sky was a translucent pastel blue above the orange, fading to a darker heather tone as it approached me. A line of Clouds added texture, painting stripes of orange and pink and gray across the blue Sky. There was a slight Breeze passing through, just enough to tickle the winter bare branches outlined against the Sunset without disturbing the Peace of the moment as the street lights flickered on. The display was capped with a slim thumbnail of a moon preparing to slide down after the Sun had ended its symphony.

I took note of the colors and the trees and the breeze as I was sitting on my old bench, and came inside the better for it.

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Comment by Phyllis on February 18, 2018 at 5:22pm

This is what you get when you ask the tree for Peace and the release of Fear- a beautiful sunset, and cat hugging you as he sleeps beside you, and a symphony.

Comment by cheshyre on February 18, 2018 at 5:29pm

I love stolen moments like that. Part of me is afraid to take them but when looking back I'm always glad I did.

Comment by koshersalaami on February 18, 2018 at 5:31pm

That was a very cool aspect of living in Indiana: the terrain often wasn’t much to write home about, but the skies were incredible. And utterly panoramic. 

Comment by Phyllis on February 18, 2018 at 5:54pm

chesh, I'm going to take more of them. :)

kosh, Indiana's slogan should be "We do Good Sky."

Comment by J.P. Hart on February 19, 2018 at 9:03am

Once upon a time I shared a pizza downstairs near the Ebony in Madison OH with Rod Steward's groupies (archive: When the Angels Ask Me) and now I am just loving your 


Liked. Up way to early>7 paragraph essay re: National Reckless Association/p>

What? Would hitchhiking to Saginaw count as mobility, Phyllis?

Comment by Anna Herrington on February 20, 2018 at 10:27am

Loved this post from you  : )

There's an author I like on twitter who tweets a description of the sky when she wakes up every morning. I've grown to love reading them.... and it's just right to stop and notice the details of the natural world, I think, it's remarkable how much peace can steal in when I do just that....

I remember driving through Indiana and being amazed at the big sky and gorgeous sunset.... same with Kansas.

I'm too much of a mountain girl to want to live elsewhere but the sunsets are just plain weird or nonexistent here, sometimes, when hills and shadows are reaching up and blocking or altering views.... we have to drive to an open spot to see a nice sunset, far too often. Or the pinks and reds are reflected in the *eastern* sky and hills, at sunset. Once the sky was 'sunset' from NE all the way around to SW - but not in the west, at sunset.

Just weird.

but it's home.

Comment by greenheron on February 20, 2018 at 10:30am

Phyllis, this is it. This is all there is to contentment. It's the simplest thing in the world to recognize, the most difficult to practice, although as you get older, it gets easier. And it's totally free!! Today is sunny and 60 degrees here and I'm wearing a t shirt and driving to work with the car windows rolled down. Like in 1970. Yeah baby!

Comment by Phyllis on February 20, 2018 at 11:08am

J.P., I would have to say that hitchhiking would count as mobility. Anything to get you out of the house. And way cool about the groupies.

Anna, I have seen the backward sunsets around here, they are so cool with the way they turn the colors around. I might have a few pictures amongst the thousands I have on my hard drive. :)

greenie, it's warm and 60s here, too! But no sun. :( I'm not complaining, this winter has been in the bitterly cold range since November. Bleh. I think the "daylight" LED bulbs are helping my electric bill, though. And me. My SAD has been way down this year.

Comment by Zanelle on February 20, 2018 at 7:46pm

This is such a beautiful post.  Makes me miss blogging.  

Comment by Anna Herrington on February 21, 2018 at 9:37am

Absolutely thrilled to see a comment from Zanelle - you added something good to this site with your posts, Z, hope you've been having a peaceful and happy life over your way  : )   I think of you often. 


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