A Special Time
Evening fell silently as it always has. Veronica was pleased. Some saw it as an end to the day, which she supposed it was. She had come to belief that it was the beginning of a special time.
Her children were gone into their own worlds. Her husband passed away shortly after their last child had left her with a too empty nest. Evenings had been difficult for her, but no more. An evening had become a time when she was without the distractions of the work world. She could concentrate on her latest quilting project or novel she was reading. Sometimes both. Occasionally she would be out to dinner with a friend or group of friends. Maybe to a concert or play. Phone calls to her children; taking an early evening walk. It was the daily beginning of her life outside of the work she did love. But she also knew she loved her life inside her home, so as the sun set, she cherished this special time.
“To think what is true, to sense what is beautiful and to want
what is good, hereby the spirit finds purpose of a life in reason.”
~ Johann Gottfried Herder, philosopher
(1744 - 1803)
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