Day's End

Wisps of high clouds hung against a blue sky, still in the full light of day even as it began to fade on the ground. In the west the clouds were turning red, but overhead those wisps were as white as white and the sky was as blue as blue. I drove back from the river and marveled at it. We haven't had such a sky for a long time, it seems.

Back home, beneath the green canopy of the Oak and Ash, the white of the clouds and the blue of the sky were dimmer. Shadows were gathering about the trunks of the trees and the base of the bushes. The grass had that dark green hue that it gets as daylight fades. Somewhere, I knew, the spiders were finishing their webs, for I had seen them beginning a few hours before when brighter light illuminated them.

I nodded at the sunflower that has hung on thru the summer, one yellow blossom following another as rainy day has followed rainy day. An odd spot it chose (not) to grow, in the middle of a path where we walk on our way to the sitting place. But we get along well, and it's been a welcome companion even though the grandfather of all sunflowers in the backyard is taller and has larger blooms, standing in the full sun as it is (albeit leaning almost horizontally over from the force of our various rains).

So with the white wisps fading and dusk growing beneath the trees and the little yellow blooms to welcome me home, I got out my key, unlocked the door, and called it a day.

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