One of my fondest memories of being with my parents was watching the sun set in the evening. In our house on Amacoy Lake...the living room windows faced west...and I remember sitting with them quietly as the sun set and the darkness surrounded the house until finally one of them would get up and turn on a lamp. This was a ritual whether it was winter or it was summer. The difference was that with summer, we had the lingering twilight.
Californians do not understand the concept of twilight for once the sun sets over the Pacific it is night there. Here in Wisconsin we have "twilight". Is it because we are further north? I do not know. However, this twilight time lingers after the sun has set but the darkness of night has not arrived. It is maybe about one hour of what I would call "half-light."
It is a time of peace. It is a time of quiet.
After a lifetime of living in California I find myself returning to that routine of my parents now that I am living in Northwestern Wisconsin. I do not have any lamps on as afternoon turns into evening, evening turns into the twilight time, and finally darkness surrounds the wee cottage in the woods. Eventually once night has arrived I do turn on a lamp or two and then settle into the evening routine of this & that. It is a time of peace. It is a time of bliss. Lastly, it is a time of meditation and appreciation.
The only difference from my parents is that rather than my home being completely quiet, I am listening to either classical music or soft jazz.
Is it not amazing how in certain times and rituals we repeat the patterns of our parents?
E'nuff!
Californians do not understand the concept of twilight for once the sun sets over the Pacific it is night there. Here in Wisconsin we have "twilight". Is it because we are further north? I do not know. However, this twilight time lingers after the sun has set but the darkness of night has not arrived. It is maybe about one hour of what I would call "half-light."
It is a time of peace. It is a time of quiet.
After a lifetime of living in California I find myself returning to that routine of my parents now that I am living in Northwestern Wisconsin. I do not have any lamps on as afternoon turns into evening, evening turns into the twilight time, and finally darkness surrounds the wee cottage in the woods. Eventually once night has arrived I do turn on a lamp or two and then settle into the evening routine of this & that. It is a time of peace. It is a time of bliss. Lastly, it is a time of meditation and appreciation.
The only difference from my parents is that rather than my home being completely quiet, I am listening to either classical music or soft jazz.
Is it not amazing how in certain times and rituals we repeat the patterns of our parents?
E'nuff!
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