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.