The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand
~ Frederick L. Knowles ~
|Everything looks so pretty bathed in the soft glow of our assorted garden lights and the night is hushed after the noisy, frantic rush of cars speeding by during the day. I can hear myself breathe. I allow myself to breathe!|
|I stand, silently delighting in the peacefulness of my surroundings, knowing that, at day's end, I deserve this time of gentle reflection...|
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Has earned a night's repose.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~
Yes, an altogether perfect way to wind down and enter a dreamlike state as I ready myself for a restful, peaceful night's sleep.