Moments of Solitude

So here I am again sitting watching the treetops lit by the setting sun, listening to the Mourning Doves and the Bluejays and the Sparrows and the Grackles and some dogs barking down the street. (The Wrens and Cardinals are quiet now, and the noise of children doesn't ring thru suburban neighborhoods, anymore.)

With the cat lying under the red blossoms of the Autumn Sage, I sit here doing nothing. Thinking of nothing. Leaving worrying for tomorrow.

And as the western sky fades and dusk comes and goes, as nighttime descends and the fireflies hover in the air, to have such moments of solitude is an amazing thing.

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