vespers are sweeter than matins

Emily Dickinson said that first, and she was right. The best part of my day yesterday was lying on my back on the heat-radiant end of a pier at Lake Johnson, alternately staring into the intense blue sky and nodding off briefly while the boys explored in a paddle boat. I always love the late afternoon with it’s glowing golds, but a brilliant 65 degree day in the middle February simply tops the list.

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