The Quiet After the Day

I spent this morning trying to organize the bookshelf in the hallway. It is one of those tasks I have been putting off for months, mostly because I knew I would get distracted by the old letters and photographs tucked between the pages. I found a postcard from a trip I took years ago, and for a moment, I wasn’t in my hallway at all. I was back in that place, feeling the air change as the sun began to dip below the trees. There is something about the end of the day that demands a pause. It is as if the world is holding its breath, waiting for the colors to settle into the earth. We spend so much of our time rushing toward the next thing, the next deadline, the next morning, that we forget how to simply stand still and watch the light fade. It is a strange kind of grace, isn’t it? To witness the day finish its work without needing to do anything at all.

Sara Plukaard has captured this exact feeling of surrender in her beautiful image titled His Glory. It feels like a quiet invitation to stop and breathe with the horizon. What does the end of the day usually bring to your mind?