Evening walks are different from morning walks. The light hits flower beds and shrubbery that in the morning are still in shadow, giving me new landscapes to enjoy. People who in the morning are still in bed or already off to work are in their yards, waving and shouting greetings as I pass by. The evening breeze requires no jacket or long pants in order for me to be comfortable. My arms and legs feel caressed by the soft, warm air, as I walk dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. The sun-warmed earth releases aromas of dark loam and green grass, along with the surprising, odd smell of a fishing pier at the beach. I guess someone fertilized with fish emulsion today. The scent of newly bloomed magnolias lingers in this heavier evening air, reminding me of what heaven must smell like. There is a sweetness that lingers. The day is almost done. The morning’s projects and concerns are either completed or left for another day. There is nothing to do but leisurely stroll through my neighborhood with Charley, enjoying the gifts of the evening.