The day slowly turns to night
as the last slither of light disappears
and a blue-black darkness coats the sky.
The house bathed in thick yellow light
as the nip of an early spring evening
creeps in through an open window.
The sweet smell of slumber in the air
as a day well-lived slips away into the ether
and sleep pervades consciousness.
Writing, learning and connecting with March prompt-a-day over at write alm; today’s is