I relish lazy evenings when darkness is my only deadline for turning in, and the sun peeks through tall oak trees while a breeze rustles crisp autumn leaves. A new sense of perspective rushes in with the dusk; Perhaps the stresses of the day were larger than what they appeared. I like to think of them now as faux giants.
As night slips in, I drop my sling and my stone and rest in the luxurious descent of the evening, knowing that tomorrow will begin anew.
"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." -Psalm 118:24