Like most people, I have a fondness for sunup and sunset -- and for the special light that shines up the world at both ends of the day. Our primordial feelings probably go all the way back to the caves when the changing light re-wrote the rules of safety every day.
As I sit sentinel from the front porch, I feel like a co-conspirator with the sun. The changing light continues to fetch up feelings that long ago I quit trying to understand – and now just enjoy.
The dusk gently reminds us who controls the night. And from the primeval forest across the street, the cottonwoods launch fuzzy, feathery things that float gently on the air currents looking for fertile ground below. Watch them catch the thermals rising from the still-warm sidewalk. Ohh.
In the first light of morning, the animals take charge. Birds, mostly, announcing a positive take on another day. The biggest wild critter on the block is the rabbit, if you don't count the mailman. Urban rabbits have developed two personalities -- at the same time both fearless and tenuous. Truth is, as long as the Mississippi rolls through the Cities, so will the rabbits. They rule the Spring gardens.
At last, I am beginning to understand the sweet pleasures in the invitation: “come sit a spell.”
I love this porch.