After a long day of work, yawning on my way home, changing clothes to go back to town by 8:00 to watch my youngest test for her purple belt in karate, I am totally wiped out. Charlie and I saw a beautiful sunset on our way home. I’m glad I didn’t miss it. Then she asked me to sit outside on the back deck for a bit and have a glass of wine. I had two.
The night was calming. The heavy clouds of the sunset traveled on and a few stars and, I think maybe a planet, twinkled in the sky. I brushed my dog, Herc. He is the worst shedder of the three dogs we have. Then I sat down and admired the bean field again. There were many tiny lights flickering, high and low, throughout the field. Every time I see this display, it’s like the first time all over again. So magical. Like a scene from a fairy tale. And I wish my phone’s camera could capture moments like these.
I think about my concerns, worries, and heartache as I sit there in the cool, damp air, but these little fireflies tell me, not tonight. So I try not to dwell on anything in particular. I’m just being. I guess this is my “lightening bug time”. Something like “squirrel time” which I will write about later in a blog of its own. Filling my bucket, per se.
I think I will be able to sleep better tonight. I prayed for you throughout my day. I hope you were blessed in some way. You are in my prayers tonight as well.
But grateful for the peace found in sunsets and lightning bugs. ♥️
Photos: the sunset tonight, July 16, 2020