The sun is down and you settle in to the evening. A morning hustle followed by an afternoon flow, it’s been another day. Maybe you made progress, maybe you made mistakes. Whatever you are feeling it is your own.
So now you finish that last breath of strength and let go of the tension in your muscle as you let the evening complete you. Do you go on to a friend about the makings of your day or immerse yourself in a book perhaps even a song? Maybe you could look forward to what’s to come in the next sun and prepare for it by making a list or two.
But then that moment comes when there is nothing left. The touch of the soft fur on your cat’s ear or the ocean’s waves displayed on your ceiling no longer intrigue you…there is nothing left. When your mind can no longer think and your mouth no longer speak…there is nothing left. When your heart no longer races and your eyes no longer wander…there is nothing left. And when there is nothing left, you sleep.
Dishes in the Sink 