right now

The children are tucked in their beds. I am sitting in the living room. It is dusk outside, and it is our only light. The windows are open. The breeze is wafting through in a lazy rhythm. A neighbor is mowing his lawn, and the smell of freshly-cut grass and wild onions is riding in on the breeze. A white dogwood gleams within the otherwise muted colors of early evening.

spring.