Is next. These tired limbs are ready to rest for the night.

Thank you Sweet Providence for one more day. Sweet Mother Earth.

Rain. Mountains. My sweet dog. I thank the store workers.

I call the manager to commend them. They are workers like me.

Trying to make ends meet and fortunately so far we have succeeded.

Hope Sweet Sleep lifts my tiredness. And feel tomorrow as capable as

today. I’ll read while listening to Bach.

With the window wide open. Since the evening air is as fresh as breeze.

And wouldn’t miss the cricket my old brother for anything.

Once I turn the light off…I’ll think for a moment. Before sleep carries

me to the land of Dreams. And get to reach your lips one more time.

Couldn’t be luckier.

EO