Reflections Into the Night

Reflectivness may be in my Irish DNA. Or, it may be a result of seeping into more of life, as one gets older. Like many others, I become more reflective as the years pass. Of course, I have more to reflect upon with each passing day. Some reflections bring tears, others a chuckle. Some, simply a sigh. Today has been a day of reflections wrapped in the unknown of the future. It is the gloaming. I like the gloaming hour. The light of day is captured gently by the darkness of night. The race is on, but we know that night will win. There is a stillness that ushers in a quiet peace. Shadows linger and then fade into the growing darkness of eventide. We wait. We wait and wait. We wait for the breaking, crashing light of morning. New images await that will bring new moments of reflection. I reflect … and think of you. Thank you for sharing this blog journey with me. You are caught in my reflections. I am grateful.