Jude playing a Scottish reel.
Evening is reading on the porch during a rainstorm; it’s him lying on his bed listening to his favorite music; and it’s snuggling with the cat as we watch the next episode, the one she’s been waiting for. Evening is a simple meal and a shower, and tucking ourselves in for the night.
Morning is birdsong and soft light, and dog kisses; it’s cool fresh air after a hot night, and it’s anticipation, for the gifts of the new day. Most of all it’s a pause, to feel grateful for another day and for those with whom I share it.