I have always found the twilight hour to be rich with beauty, mystery and allure.
It is the hour the boys fall asleep. Calmness descends, and the quiet I have been craving all day is finally granted.
The other evening, once all was quiet, I slipped out onto our patio, pulled on Rick’s gardening boots, and trudged up the driveway.
I smelt the fresh air. I surveyed the weeds, the bush, and the pebbles. I watched as cars drifted up and down the road, creating their own dancing pattern of bokeh and light.
Soon, the last light faded and the night grew dark. I pulled off the oversized boots and stepped back inside.
Turning around, I saw my husband emerge from the dark corridor, smiling and holding out his arms towards me…