Twilight

The best part of the day is that hour or so before sunset. Even if it is a bit hot still, the coolness of the shade in my backyard casts an otherworldly glow about the place. Last night, I walked out and sat in the hammock at the yard's edge and slowly rocked. Lying down, with my face to the sky, I saw the leaves at the very top sway back and forth and was reminded of what my Dad had said just the afternoon before. He said he always wondered at the trees. How could something so slight as the very tallest and thickest of tree trunks hold up all that height and weight. "It is amazing to behold," he said.
It is so easy to forget one's place in the wheel of it all. Things (bad and good) are always passing us by. We have learned to just grin and bare it all to the point we are too busy holding our breath that it just slips through our fingers like sand. We become stationary, believing it will bring us strength. But in the end, we have allowed society's lobotomy to render us weak.