Late in the evening,
Micah and I head out for our last walk of the day.
An easy breeze rocks the wildflowers to sleep
in the long South Meadow.
The sun settles in the for the night,
as we linger outdoors,
walking slowly up to to the North Meadow,
where a gentle hill slopes upward toward the setting sun.
The air is gentle,
and the skies are soft.
We breath more easily,
with our lungs full of fresh air and evening light
as we circle back toward the farmhouse.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.