The Evening Times

Hello friend. We have entered the evening times. We have changed out of our work shirts and ties and put on our after-work shirts and ties. We have nestled our dogs snuggly into our armpits, vowing that their precious little feet shall not feel the cold, toothy bite of the floor while we are present. We have seen the light dimming outside the windows of our hidden tree-top studies and secret society parlors.  We have winked at the blood-red sunset kindling our whiskey tumblers and making all the clouds blush. We have felt the changing of the hour and acknowledged it in our words, deeds, and bones. Every third thought is of pajamas. The evening times. 

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