Any time of day

7/6/2026

It is quiet now as daylight drifts towards sunset.

The trees are still, there are no birds at the feeders.

Brush strokes of white clouds are splashed across the blue/grey sky.

The sandy hill is silent; and a single loon seems to slide westward with the lake towards a moon that will rise soon and lighten up the dark sky.

Here, in the house, the trees and the lake and the stars will bring a miracle of light to remind me that I sit in a peaceful place.

This place is where my window allows me to see a beautiful and wonderful world any time of day.

Shirley Rabb