Remembering the End of the Day at the Beginning of the Day: Everyday Magic, Day 32

From my vantage point on the back deck this morning, I watch waves of blackbirds lift and rush the fields, and occasionally, I hear them pouring up suddenly from the trees behind my head. This quiet and magical time matches the end of the day last night when a silvery pink sunset grabbed our attention on the way out. “Wait,” the moment said. “Pay attention.” In a sense, that’s what all moments say if I quiet myself enough to notice.

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