This simple evening light
Light like amber pouring through the leaves, cicadas and birdsong, goldfinches in spattered olive flying like sparks from tree to tree. I can hear the meadowlark singing up the hill.
Sky is that perfect, autumnal blue, as heartbreaking as the first greening grass is in spring, because each heralds the change of season. Woodsmoke scents the air, apple and oak and burning leaves.
Want to sit here on this swing, holding your hand as the cooling evening light deepens and draws the warmth from the air, feel the warmth of your body, benediction and protection and reward, through the sleeve of your sweater.
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