In the gloaming...

The cows stand in the gloaming

unconcerned about the scudding clouds

enjoying the moment

as the sky turns purple

and the noise of the day recedes.

That liminal time

as afternoon bleeds into evening

a time to draw breath,

to pause and reflect - 

a threshold of  opportunity

to be seized or lost forever.

Silhouetted for a moment

before darkness descends

and shapes become indistinguishable

blending back in

to the pastoral landscape

becoming unremarkable once more.

To grasp that moment of definition

is to be struck with the timing of God

in tune with the creator

who, in every moment,

provides beauty

continually painting new landscapes

enjoying the task so much

that it matters not

whether anyone notices

Such fulfillment is internal

and not dependent

on others' approval - 

and that is real freedom.