Golden light streams in from the west. The air is warm, but the heat of the day is off, and without the intensity of the midday sun it is quite pleasant. Two squirrels ran out of the dogwood tree and back along the fence as I left the house. Up the street a rabbit eschewed the thick grass of the lawn to munch on a weed poking up through the gravel drive. Now a cardinal flies past, fast and direct toward some evening destination, as robins forage on the lawn. Cicadas call from the trees. A woman I know from yoga classes is walking a few houses up the street, coming home from a gathering of young families celebrating the last evening before the kids go back to school.
The very tops of the tulip poplars wave gently in a breeze that remains high above. There's a feeling of settling, of winding down, as this part of Earth turns away from the Sun and prepares to rest for the night. Another turn in the cycle of days. I feel myself settling, winding down as well. It feels good to flow with the pulse of the world, rather than fighting against it.
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