Evening is not my friend, lately.
It is too dark and goes by too quickly.
My sewing machine mocks me in the evening: "Why aren't you working on me?"
I guess I'm not ready for the winter.
I miss the evenings of summer. Sitting on our back patio, the sun not yet set at 8pm, eating tomatoes off the vines from our garden, and drinking cold wine.
Click here for more evenings (that are hopefully more cheerful than mine).