It's the first time I've ever lived with a locked bank of mailboxes. They sit about half a block away. And, the mail doesn't come till after five pm, or later. Sometimes I run into the mailman, and when it's cold with blowing snow, I appreciate this person who has worked all the winter's day to bring the mail. I do say my thanks.
This time of year, it may be chilly, but it is still light when I go, or I wait until after dinner. I love this in-between time, dusk with synonyms so lovely: sundown, twilight, sunset, eventide, gloaming. How can one not love the idea of a walk in the gloaming? And so I go, and enjoy the final outdoor air of the day, cooling as it settles into night. I hear the last of the children running down the sidewalk toward home, slamming the door shut, playtime finished for the day. Yesterday there was a rain shower, and the sprinklers have begun, perfuming the air with "fresh" and "new" and "green"! Birds murmur goodnights as they fly into their nests, and lights fill the house windows. I peek to see people moving into their evening lives. I'm almost back home, and my short walk has wrapped up my day like a gift to savor. Hope you enjoyed a peek at the gift, too.