Evening Falls...

Pin It I step outside, shoulders laden down with bags and backpacks.

Another day has come to an end.

I breathe in the evening air—warm despite the fact that it’s February.

The light of the setting sun is stretching over the open landscape, and kissing the eastern mountains, soaking them in subdued ocher and cream.

My destination should be home, yet it is not.

Somewhere, something is ceaselessly calling my name; beckoning me down a pitted, rutted road, waterlogged with mire.

The final breaths of light reach out to me; gently caressing my skin as evening begins to fall.

I raise the lens to my eye, and capture what is there, never to be repeated.

Home can wait.