The End of the Day

There's something about the two or three hours before sunset that I love so much. I sit in this room, and listen to the sound of cars passing back and forth on the road in front. It's not silence, but as a I sit longer, I become aware of my breathing and the beating of my heart. As I drift in thought even more, random images come to my mind. There's no tightness in my chest, no knots in my stomach. My mind is just one long, open highway where my thoughts race through, unimpeded by the troubles of the world, and everything feels in balance. I wish the rest of my day or days could be like this, but as they say, without the darkness, you cannot truly appreciated the light. The end of the day is my light.