In the Gloaming

The last two nights I have been watering the new plants as the last bit of light left the sky. It's a pleasant way to see in the evening: the stilling dark, the birds with their last full trills of the day; the gentle sizzle of the water as it leaves the hose. I can feel my shoulders loosening, my jaw muscles, too. The cares of the day peel away. My heart is full; I'm ready to sleep.