Evening Arrangement

  As dusk slowly steals the sun's brilliant heat, I realize she'll be home soon, so I begin my preparations.  I draw the blinds, almost completely, but not quite. I leave a small opening to allow in the  blueish light of the coming night.  Her favourite flowers have been arranged and the table is set.  I wait for her, in quiet admiration of all she does and all she is.  Tonight is for her.

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