Evening and the sky eats up the day until a token morsel is left for me to marvel over, to announce to all in the kitchen to come look to the heavens. One piece of patchwork refuses to succumb to darkness and it draws us as one to the window while candles flicker in the room and the stove warms dinner. Such unity and accord and rightly so for this time of year. But how could it be any other way? Impossible, when within this nest the general view is that the sky matters more than anything else. The sky dictates the way we move and glide through the day and when it calls for the day to end, we gather beneath its glory and bow down to greater things that we can never fathom. These things, the slowing down, the magnificent tapestry must never go unheralded because in the end this is all we have, this is all there is.