Evening

The view from our back door. The little community lake with the fountain in the middle, the clubhouse and pool beyond it. Not quite the golden hour, but the sun is heading down and the shadows are pretty much gone and the sky is a little pink.

I'm calling Mom earlier these days, at 7:15 or 7:20, and this is what it looks like outside after I hear her call me "honey" and tell me that she loves me.