It is that time of day when sunlight beams in the windows
from low on the horizon.
Shadows fall long across the room, colors are rich.
I am humming a tune in my head:
“It is the evening of the da-a-ay, I sit and watch the children pla-a-ay….”
Now my breath is whispering the tune
but I don’t remember any more words.
It doesn’t matter,
I sing my own evening song.
wake up and write 
March 17th, 2015 at 8:04 pm
You are singing your own evening song. Sunlight beams, low horizon, shadows, humming, whispering.
A slice full of rich words and images, all bringing a description of joy.
And a bravery to be yourself and make up your own song. You don’t have to know or use someone else’s words to enjoy your evening.
March 18th, 2015 at 6:01 am
So lovely! I can see just what you describe and hear the sweet joy in your voice.