As It Should Be

The business of the day is almost finished but the energy allotted to this day is not yet spent. A fat bumble bee still sucks nectar, even as the flowers droop into fading sunlight. A resting rabbit suddenly races across then lawn, and then rests again in a patch of bushes. The twilight choruses of song birds have dissolved, a few solitary birds crease the sky in fast flight. Soon they will be huddled in their feathers and asleep. No miracles are being performed. All is as it should be, this night reflecting last night, all nights and days reflecting the primal pattern. My thoughts suspended, my feelings quiescent, I join this winding down, this slow drift into silence, sleep and Night.