The evening slips silently into nightfall. Away from the brash city lights, we are cloaked in total darkness until the moon peeks over the hill and scatters ripples of light across the water.
Our summer sanctuary, this — a place of solitude, a place for reflection.
The sun leaves auburn shadows
There’s purple clouds in sight
The evening fades down the skyline
We lose the golden light.
Purple paints down the horizon
The sun, not putting up a fight
The evening’s gone and this day is done
And now it’s time for night.
“The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades,
you call forth songs of joy.”
[Psalm 65:8, NIV]
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