Some people like mornings and some like me are in awe of evenings. Mornings and dawn are the first signs of new beginnings. You know that they bring light, they create activity. Dawn, deceptively calm, stimulating our minds to plan for the day, generating hope, creating an excitement of a whole new 24 hours.
But evenings are more special, especially summer evenings, long and languid, time for the weary bodies to return home. The chirpings of birds, the excitement of the day all retiring with prayers in their hearts of gratitude for a day well gone and for a better tomorrow.
But evenings are more special, especially summer evenings, long and languid, time for the weary bodies to return home. The chirpings of birds, the excitement of the day all retiring with prayers in their hearts of gratitude for a day well gone and for a better tomorrow.
Pleasant summer evenings with whispering breeze playing whimsical notes on the wind chimes and an occasional whiff of fragrance mysteriously teasing your senses, compensates for the scorching heat of the daytime. If mornings are promises of hope, evenings are the time to reflect on the futilities or highlights of the day.
That time when the sun decides to hide behind the horizon, yet leaving a glowing trail of shades of crimson on the sky. Dusk, twilight call it what you may, but the beauty of an aging day is a sight to behold.
Nothing can be more calming than just waiting for the sun to set and for the first star to appear on the horizon, for the temperatures to cool down. Watching the process of subduing sun graciously surrendering to millions of stars, is a humbling experience. The sky changing shades, the moon changing shapes, shooting stars, all subtle activities of life.
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