dusk......and magic...

The last lingering part of the day is the saddest, the most melancholy when you're missing someone. It's the time when the glow of the hearth starts sending it's warm invitation, and merges with the sky's receding light... it's the time when reflection comes the easiest, arm-in-arm nuzzling with a soulmate, a gentle word murmured in love. The dogs in the desert come alive during this magical hour. They run, chase each other, delight in the clear air and cooling air which suggests the evening chill to come. Here in the woods, it's the sounds... of the rushing waters, the rustling leaves of the forest canopy, the chirp of tiny wrens scattering near the ground, hustling their last little morsel before night falls. When you miss someone, it is when you find some way to send your thoughts across the universe to wherever they are, knowing they'll be heard.

When you miss someone who isn't coming home again, it is a time for tears and solitude. The enveloping caress of the growing darkness triggers an overpowering grief, a cry from the soul. It is the magic, and the harshness of this special hour which makes poets of us all, brings us to our knees and forces us to face our lives and wonder why things are as they are, why are we apart? Does this happen every day, forever and ever? I don't think anyone knows, but if you step outside as the day slips away, and take a little walk by yourself, or maybe with a good dog or two, you'll probably find out. Just bring a few memories with you to get things started...