It’s twilight when I return home and the birds that are plentiful in the morning have mostly gone to roost. I’m quite disappointed by this as I found my binoculars this morning and was hoping to do a bit of birding. My binoculars were a bit of a find – considering we decided not to fully unpack until after the renovations, there are many such treasures waiting to see the light of day.

Twilight is such an incredible time. Looking out over the fields from our living room is enough to bring stillness to my soul after a frantic day at work. Frantic. Now there’s a word I haven’t thought of in a while – it’s an apt word to describe my day and despite the rushing that I had trying to fit everything in as a stay at home parent, I don’t feel I could honestly describe any day since I left work with the same force. I had honestly forgotten what having five competing areas of responsibility all jumping up and down at the same time urging to be completed next was like. I can’t say I’ve missed it, or the rush of adrenaline that lingers in the body at the end of the day. I’m getting to know that feeling again though and must learn to train my mind and body once more.