Late afternoon and the sun slants as if it should be early evening. This is fall and the trees are, for the most part, bare. The day was warm, roll your windows down weather.
The house is unusually quiet. Chuck left to go visit a friend of his, then to go to his dad's house for dinner. "I'll see you in a couple of days mom." Okay..and my mind trails off.
But the day has been beautiful, and the sun is lower, golden light slanting before dusk settles in. Dylan comes through the door with Alayna, they are planning on going on a late picnic. She sits heavily on the couch and jingles her keys. We talk briefly, then Dylan finds a blanket and they go.
Cars pass on the street and the house is quiet again. Outside a man walks heavily on the sidewalk going away from the house and on the opposite side of the street, an old couple walks, she gently takes his hand, both are wearing red sweaters, he looks confused.
This next week is Thanksgiving. The house will be full of people. Warmth, talk, laughter, food. The clinking of dishes, the shuffling of feet, hugs and smiles and memories being built.
"Remember Him--before the silver cord is severed, or the golden bowl is broken; before the pitcher is shattered at the spring, or the wheel is broken at the well, and the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it." Ecclesiastes 11: 6,7.