Intimacy

At this time of year dusk arrives quickly, almost on tiptoe. It's there and I never feel quite ready.Darkness haunts dusk, hurrying it along, ready to release a new landscape--a chiaroscuro .

I believe the drama appears as a lesson, but it takes years to read the caution written into the lesson.

Days disappear into weeks and years. You look over your shoulder at the train of years. Now the road narrows and time moves rapidly. Stop, don't hurry. Tarry a bit.