nighttime.

a time that is usually wasted watching tv.

tuesday night i was sicker than a dog. i wanted to do nothing but sink into the mattress.
the most wonderful neighbor came over and kindly offered me some herbal tea.
9:00 o'clock rolled around.
i was ready for bed.
brad pulled out his book. i pulled out my magazine. and we just read.
our window was open so we felt that fall, nighttime breeze.
crickets were louder than ever.
not a word being said.
just simply drinking herbal tea with our heads propped up against pillows, reading.



i have never felt so satisfied in my life.



this might be your nightly ritual. but for us, it was rare.............................................and i loved it.