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.