In the same way that photographers and painters prefer the light of morning and afternoon, I find those to be times I am drawn to writing.
In the morning light breaks into the garden and invites close exploration.
I don't take many photographs while I am working...but the monologue is running.
When evening approaches the horizon calls...day is done. What have I done with it? Do I have more energy to focus...
reflections come...accomplishments are reviewed, tired muscles talk, hunger surfaces. The glory of the day settles as sun and color melt away into night.
Time needs honoring, or the day's creative opportunities slip away..
There is morning and evening and the long full day in between them.
