evening time is the best time

I don't usually go for Sundays, but this one has been spectacular.

It gives me hope.

By the way, I decided not to keep up with the watercolor-a-day anymore. I seem to be doing fine posting most days and don't like feeling pressure to find a spectacular piece! They should be finding me.

And I finished Hunger Games...

And now, an evening poem from Rainer Rilke, a favorite of mine:

Slowly the evening changes into the clothes
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
you look: and two worlds grow separate from you,
one ascending to heaven, another, that falls;

and leave you, belonging not wholly to either one,
not quite as dark as the house that remains silent,
not quite as certainly sworn to eternity
as that which becomes star each night and rises—

and leave you (unsayably to disentangle) your life
with all its immensity and fear and great ripening,
so that, all but bounded, all but understood,
it is by turns stone in you and star.