evening song

Perhaps the time of day I enjoy as much as the morning is twilight time. Evening is a peaceful time, a time to reflect on the day's happenings. Just as a cup of morning coffee blasts off my day, my evening libation rounds out the last few hour's rough edges. Nothing is better than hearing the crickets chirp while my dishwasher happily purrs away the day's dirt, toys are properly placed, rooms are tidied, order has been restored to life's daily chaos. This is the time of day where I MUST empty my mind . My mother is one to just sit and think. She can spend hours just "thinking". I don't get it. I think all the time, at night I don't want to think anymore. Evening allows my comfort. While my husband works and my child sleeps I can just be. No demands placed. I can sit on my porch with cerveza in hand and an occasional cigarette (sorry we all have our vices) and be happy just watching the cars go down our street. In the winter I love to bundle in as many granny afghans as possible and cocoon myself against the world, hunkered down with my favorite trashy television or novel. I don't dare pick up a magazine because it starts the alien ship roar of my brain, gearing up for new ideas and a new day. Like I said, I must empty all that is up in that crazy head of mine. Being a creative person I need this time. The daily barrage of ideas and colors that define my business hit me like Serena at Wimbledon. I can almost hear a soft thud each time an idea lands in my gray matter. This writing venture I have set out upon seems to not only clear my head, but calm me as well. Strange, being that it is more creative fodder. I suppose whatever works to clear away daily clutter. This my friends is why I still have lots more to say so tune in next time. Goodnight world.