fm. "The Marine Night"

...You're lovely, beloved, lovely night:
you hold the storm like a bee
asleep in the stamens of your alarm,
and water and sleep tremble in the glasses
of your bosom hemmed by valleys...
P. Neruda

This describes the evening here perfectly.
With the new time change, the day lingers on indefinitely.
But tonight, storms are brewing and there is the smell of rain in the air.

I sit, gazing out over the peaceful meadow now,
while enjoying the silence of the field and the evening song
rising from the birds.

The smells are lovely and the temperature perfect.
I am at peace.

I smile to myself and bask in the simplicity of the moment.
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