In the Gloaming
In the gloaming of a late August day, we watched clouds fade from neon pink to grey, waited for the bats to sail silently through the twilight?s aura.
Your three black cats chased dissident crickets this way and that in the blackened backyard. We laughed at their disembodied, full moon eyes, which mimicked the blink of fireflies.
Companionable silence wrapped around us like a comforter in that transcendent moment as the earth sighed her secrets, and the universe became that which was within us. ~~Cookala