The night curled around itself like a chipmunk in his cozy burrow on a cool March evening. The steady wisp of springtime air roused my senses as I stepped onto the moonlit patio. My eyes welcomed the faint outline of twilight's last gasps as it cast shadows on the faithful evergreens. I breathed deeply the night's quiet scent.

Deep silence.

Then the faint distant rumblings of cyclists as they roared their evening wail.

Ah! Cool spring night.

The refreshing rumblings of an early spring evening gently bloomed into a strong vibration that had a hint of winter’s smoky scent and the stirrings of youthful wonder in summer’s temperate yearnings.

Temperate. Like the haunting presence of a lovely dream as it fades into truth and beauty.

Like the murmur of 3rd & Main as it drifts in your ear.

Like the evening hush.

I swooned as the night came on fresh and alive! Alive as the great Lord's gracious evening slumber that now hints in the darkness and reminds me that it’s all in Jesus’ gracious blessings.

Gil