Walk at twilight

“There was a stirring in the great boughs overhead. They were full of little birds and beasts that seemed to be wide awake, and going about their world, or else saying good-night to each other in sleepy twitters. Sylvia herself felt sleepy as she walked along. However, it was not much farther to the house, and the air was soft and sweet. She was not often in the woods so late as this, and it made her feel as if she were a part of the gray shadows and the moving leaves.”

— from “A White Heron” by Sarah Orne Jewett

I have resolved to take my children on a walk at twilight. Everyone ought to have memories like this.

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