Since I missed yesterday’s posting time altogether and admitted [what you already know full well, if you know me in the least] today to my craving for massive amounts of sleep, I am grateful that today was a quiet, calm, fairly uneventful one spent recuperating from the latest adventures. And, more than that, grateful that it’s just about bedtime again. I seldom feel any sadness that any day is drawing to a close, other than the sentimental sense that a current delightful activity or gathering of friends must needs be discontinued, even if temporarily, for me to head toward sleep. So I am quite contented just now. Mother Nature has turned out the lights. I shall, too.
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I never lament the end of a day either, I am always happy to go to bed because I can’t wait to get up early and take a walk or do any number of other things I do before work! Mornings are so lovely, a fresh start each and every day. 🙂 Namaste Michelle
What a marvelous approach to mornings! I hope that *eventually* I can learn to be good friends with them no matter what. 😀
❤
Powerful end of the day shown there. Beautifully painted, Mother Nature
She is the original pro, isn’t she. 😀
xoxo