For no matter how much older they've gotten, and easier it's gotten, the end of the day remains a time in which bellies must be filled and bodies must be washed (okay, should be washed) and beds must be found.
I miss idly watching the day fade away.
I long to let day slip gently into night with nothing to mark its passing but maybe a drink, and a friend, and a sunset to fill my eyes.
I got quite a few idle sunsets back when I was immobile, and I savoured every one. And I got another one this week, stuck in traffic driving home.
Who knew a traffic jam could be so sweet?
The sky was magnificent. The air crisp and chill. Time seemed to stand as still as the cars around me. And I envied those surfers, tiny dots on the waves, as they caught that magic dusky moment, and rode the night in to shore.
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Ah yes, the BC days. It does get better though. Chloe was just telling me that it's been ages since we've seen a sunset at the beach. Mind you she figured this out at 4pm while we were walking on the beach and neither one of us were prepared to hang out till 8:30. :)
Yes, summer here we'd have to wait until then too!
Nowadays it's about 6pm, right when supper needs to be on the go.
One day ....
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