Magical Twilight Strolls
Rudy and I have been blessed with delightful walks recently. The best of them have been at twilight. There is something very magical that happens as the sun goes down. Rather than watch it, we prefer to be totally immersed in it.
The bright Carolina Blue skies have faded for the day, giving way to a soft grays and touches of pink. The lightning bugs have increased in force and glitter and twinkle along our path. All the birds have settled in their nests high in the tree tops, singing their own special lullabies in unison. Except for the little black birds that are busily darting back and forth from the tall pines and Oaks. While they are busy zig-zagging back and forth high over our heads; the young hoot owls, sitting very still, are just starting to check in with their elders. Classic rock and then bluegrass tunes gently float from a distant neighbor's garage while he putters on a current project.
Sunday evening, a doe crossing our path, paused and lingered to look back at us before disappearing into the forest. Maybe she enjoyed our presence as much as we enjoyed hers!
The bright Carolina Blue skies have faded for the day, giving way to a soft grays and touches of pink. The lightning bugs have increased in force and glitter and twinkle along our path. All the birds have settled in their nests high in the tree tops, singing their own special lullabies in unison. Except for the little black birds that are busily darting back and forth from the tall pines and Oaks. While they are busy zig-zagging back and forth high over our heads; the young hoot owls, sitting very still, are just starting to check in with their elders. Classic rock and then bluegrass tunes gently float from a distant neighbor's garage while he putters on a current project.
Sunday evening, a doe crossing our path, paused and lingered to look back at us before disappearing into the forest. Maybe she enjoyed our presence as much as we enjoyed hers!



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