the best time of the day.

i stumbled on this lovely poem the other day and thought you might enjoy it as well.

cool summer nights.

windows open.

lamps burning.

fruit in the bowl.

and your head on my shoulder.

these the happiest moments in the day.

next to the early morning hours,

of course. and the time

just before lunch.

and the afternoon, and

early evening hours.

but i do love

these summer nights.

even more, i think,

than those other times.

the work finished for the day.

and no one who can reach us now.

or ever.

-a poem by raymond carver

(photo credit: beca c)