Warm lights aglow.
I light a candle on the back porch and sit awhile.
The garden comes to life with little white twinkle lights strung in the tree branches.
Darkness falls.
I go inside and get the coffee ready for the morning.
Nodding off while reading my book, I turn the lights off.
Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.
~Lucy Maud Montgomery
