I watched the sun set as I rode the light rail across town. It was lovely. I didn’t think to take a picture, and I’m not sure I could have captured the quality of light reliably. I enjoyed the moment. The ride was fairly quiet, as if all the other commuters were similarly wrapped in their own thoughts, or simply tired at the end of a long day. I didn’t think much about it at the time. I rode along wrapped in my own thoughts.
Home. There’s not much on my mind besides this gentle quiet place, and love. It’s enough.
I spent some time, before it began to get quite dark, rearranging the potted roses and herbs on my patio; the contractors had their own idea about placement, and left my garden in disarray when they left. It was a lovely soothing moment tending home and hearth, and the evening feels very satisfying. This is also enough.
A different evening, a different place, some other moment.
There was a point at which I had pulled fine filaments of words together in a complex braided thread that became quite properly an idea. It dissipated like mist in the golden sunset as I rode along smiling at the evening light, and I arrived home pleasantly tired. Satisfied with the moment; all of it, every bit, quite enough.
Evening Light 
such a peaceful feeling in this post, and so lovely to read your serenity in the aftermath of the contractor-generated chaos. i remember other times when such an intrusion would have sent you into raging despair. instead you took the opportunity to touch and love and reposition your wee container garden thereby effectively reminding one and all that this is your home, your sanctuary, the place where you are always safe, respected. loved.
😀 It feels good. How lovely, too, to feel so appreciated and visible; I often forget how many people who know me well do read my writing, and it is a lovely reminder of how near at hand love is, and how far I have come. 🙂