Good morning!
It’s Sunday. Instead of heading out to see the day, we’re time-traveling to the evening. I invite you to sit out on the porch with me as the sun goes down. It’s a screen porch, so you needn’t worry about the mosquitoes crashing our party.
Sit with me. While the crickets and frogs serenade us, we can watch the candle flicker and track the occasional blip and sparkle of fireflies in the darkness.
“For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.”
—Khalil Gibran
Onwards,
Clara
