It has been a full, rich day.
I took a longer and hillier walk than I have in a while just before dusk; stopped to visit a neighbor family on the way home.

I can almost---almost---feel my beloved's presence as the sun sets and the scent rises from the grasses and the time comes for counting the Omer.  That practice sets a seal on the day, and anticipates the qualities of the day to come.  
We used to count together, sometime between sunset and bed.
When it was mild, like it is tonight, our last stop was the balcony of our bedroom, to look at the stars. There were nights when it felt like they were looking back at us as well.

Sweet dreams.