As our star sank below the horizon so sank the cool almost wet air of the evening. Now the sound of crickets and distant dog barks is accented with the occasional trample of hooves. The horses seem to be celebrating the sudden arrival of the cool weather as they canter the length of their paddocks. Such a welcome change. The oranges have given way to purple and soon to black, then cloudless sky will reveal the countless stars of our small corner of this, one of many more countless galaxies. How small we are. How fleeting. Soon each of us will be gone, disappearing like breath on a winter day.
Love one another.
12 Sept 2015