My hours are spent in an unending dusk awakening in dark hours driving swift across twilit fields the waking hours find me between four walls as the sun holds court high overhead but my quiet times my writing hours my solitude space to think my thoughts are spent in the gloaming the almost night that … Continue reading The Gloaming
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The Gloaming
The night whispers her secrets to herself a sotto voce prayer we cannot understand the darkening garden holds its promises and its fears as the sun loses the sky the world reverses itself filling with night creatures and sending the birds to nest as the gloaming sets upon us so we rest within that mystery … Continue reading The Gloaming