The sun sends forth the last rays of light, as it pours through my kitchen window it spreads across the table,
I smile as I witness the simple beauty of the moment.
The giving of light, letting go freely, and setting where it may.
Standing there I note the shadows arriving, the day coming to end,
hush tones seem to play in the near distance,
the mood changes as gracefully as the curtain falls
and the stage becomes pregnant waiting to give birth.
I applaud Amen!
-19th century pitcher, marked in French bold letters at its base, "Oil to Burn." Oil used for lamps.
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