5.8.16 Something akin to grace

It was a worn out day, from a wearing time of year, but as we grow older we often become more measured regarding health exacerbations and messes, taking things in stride and doing what we can, so things settle down once again. 

So after an ardent resting day, I got the poor itchy pup out on the road, down by the fields, as the day slowly slid into a close . 

The breeze was cool and crisp, the birds already abed. He raced around the woods and lost his ball and I was a good though crispy sport, slugging down the road so we would both get outside for a bit, and not think for a bit ; be present for a few minutes and breathe deeply the blessedly clean air we are given here. 
Let go of all that cannot now be done and give thanks for all that does nourish us here in our lives. 

All that, as the troubles and frustrations fell from my shoulders and let go from round my neck. And I caught sight just for a moment of just this and nothing more - 

the smooth golden sinking of light in the sky, as if we were small ones who knew not about earths and orbits and suns blazing in great power far off.
Instead just seeing the light diminish and our own soft pillow and warm bed approaching with something akin to grace.