My Favorite Time of Day

 My favorite time of the day is as the evening turns into night.
 When the sun becomes part of the horizon and appears as though it is melting into the earth.
  The pink and orange colors blending together looking like melted sherbet to form puddles on the earth.
  The night air takes on a sweet, earthy smell with a fragrance richer than any perfume.
    and the dew lights upon my cheek as though it were night's kiss.

  The birds make small chirping sounds to say "Goodnight.", while the crickets chirp to say "Good-morning."
  The sky becomes purple, indigo and velvety with the stars sparkling like diamonds.
  I close my eyes and breathe in night's sweet perfume and listen to it's music as I too say "Goodnight."

Life Raft cont

The raft seems to be holding up. We are still afloat and the water we took on has been bailed. We never became homeless after this last downfall, thankfully. My perspective on life has been altered but in a good and possibly rewarding way. My kids are so wonderful and have been quite impressive in their understanding and positive view of our situation as it were. We are by no means out of the red financially but we will see green again. Green is the oar to my raft. Once the "green" begins to accumulate we wont be floating freely, but will gain more control of our direction. Heading Northward with nothing but clear skies ahead, though, " Into each life some rain must fall" according to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in his poem The Rainy Day. I must say that poem is rather depressing, so I will only borrow the one quote. Here is to the color green and may it come my way in the form of a great many Benjamins.