>That Kind Of Evening
You just got home from work. It’s been a long stressful day. You’re tired. Maybe weary. There’s dinner to be cooked. Homework to be checked. Lunches to be packed….
It’s getting cold outside.
So slow down and imagine….
A pot of soup is heating up on the stove and cheese toast is warming in the oven. The fragrance of comfort fills the room….
Giggles and whispers float around the table, the scritch scratch of pencils on paper add punctuation to the whispering wind….
Deepening shadows caress the reds, yellows and oranges that dance over carpets of leaves in the setting sun….
Warm bodies of innocence nestle in cozy flannel….
Slippered feet bounce….
to quilted havens….
Soft kisses, protective hugs, clandestine stories….
Smothered giggles, haunted tales, streaming moonlight…..
Dreams of adventure….
A warm, glowing fire adds the aroma of wood smoke, calling forth possibilities from the darkness. Flames dance, mesmerizing and hypnotic….
The sparkle of frost bejewels the landscape….
Subtle perfume permeates enveloping water as it loosens, invites, calms….
Candlelight flickers, illuminating imagination born from worn familiar pages….
Gentle rain soothes from the roof….
The mind and body heal.
many photos from zedge.net. others are from all over. none are mine nor do I intend to profit in any way from them. The moonlight cloud image from: http://www.irishviews.com/moonlight.html.
this post inspired by: http://therainydaywanderer.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-kind-of-day.html