Thursday

I ride my bicycle in the sun

Late in the afternoon

Warmed by its rays

And the moist breeze

The sun has disappeared

But not the light

The moist breeze has turned cooler

Yet the day continues

Now the white clouds are putting on lipstick

A delicate shade of reddish pink

Dressing for their rendezvous

With the moon and the stars

The birds speak to each other

In their words which I hear as music

Drowning out and overcoming

The noise of the nearby highway

I have had many days that I wished never ended

For reasons of the heart and reasons of the mind.

I hold onto the last few moments of light

Until the darkness is complete

Then reluctantly I go inside

Having savored those last moments

I am fortunate to have many days like these

Days that live on in my memory