About an hour before dusk the sun dips just below the tree tops. I walk through the house turning on lights while the sounds of children playing outside drift in through open windows. Sweet potatoes bake in the oven and I think about how short our fall afternoons are becoming. I call to the boys in the yard and see home-lights burning in the open windows of our neighbors across the street. I love that. I hope they look my way and see my lights and love it, too.
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7 comments:
oh YES - I love to see homes lit golden at dusk. And I always hope mine looks homey too.
I love the colors in your photo.
Doesn't community bring such warmth?
Such a warm post! I don't know why, but it makes me want to go home.
what a lovely ritual!
ah. i love this :)))) can you smell the fallen leaves?
deb m
I love this time of the day and your perspective on it sounds so lovely.
beautiful photo and beautifully written. I love your insights and you inspire me to pay attention to the world around me, particularly my home and the light. Kelly
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