it is that time of the evening, when one can hear the many birds final roosting talk for evening, through closed windows, while shadows have become non-existent as the sky relaxes, no longer bearing the weight of the sun, while the clouds fold into each other obscuring the blue, but not altogether threatening yet of a rain release, while the wind sets the leaves on the long branches stirring and carries the last of the persistent crows back and forth across my vision to rest as the rabbits, bees, and squirrels are already counting sheep and the sheep have returned to their pasture barn, while periodically a pine cone drops, from 60 feet plus up, causing an attention grabbing “thud” on the roof, before rolling down to rest in the wild yard, between the spent dandelions and tall grass
