A Short Walk at the End of the Light
On evenings, endings, and the small ceremony of letting a day be done.
The day does not really end at midnight. It ends when you let go of it — and some of us carry Tuesday well into Friday, a pocketful of unfinished hours that no calendar can see.
An evening walk is a small ceremony of release. The light makes the argument for you: things end, beautifully, on schedule, without your permission and without your help.