where waves grow sweet

The earth is filled with the Lord’s glory. Habakkuk 2:14

A glowing evening walk

I would like to recant my hateful charges against the gods of daylight savings, specifically those whose dominion is “spring forward.” I had an epiphany of my error on the way to work this morning as the sun sat red and smoldering behind a foothill, like a volcano about to erupt in glory through the misty darkness. And again after work, when handfuls of light beckoned me to a long, meandering, walk of perfect contentment and prayer amidst its indulgent evening glow. I bless you, oh gods, whom I have unjustly accused.