That time of day had finally arrived. I don't think it is quite right to say it is my favorite time of day, but I don't mind saying I gleefully look forward to it most days.
It is the moment when I find myself alone, in a still and quiet house, when I can take a deep breath, sink into the couch, put my feet up on the coffee table, breath deeply, and do absolutely nothing. Sure there is still dinner to eat. But we are pretty casual about our dinners. Usually something simple, possibly a glass of wine, a little bit of boob tube, light conversation. So very normal and so very enjoyable. But as a prelude to all that I usually have about ten minutes of pre dinner veg-out time and I have grown very attached to this evening ritual.
So there I was, ready to plop myself down on the couch, when I glanced out the window and caught a site that took me by surprise--a patch of pure white moonlight reflecting off the sea. And there I sat, gazing at the ghostly light cast by the full moon, a shining ball in the pitch black sky. What beauty!