Day-set...

Day deepens; its far-off foothills soft-kissed

And swathed in scarves of periwinkle mist

Blue banter of breeze eases through highs and lows

Settling where the sky-line is a red rose

The sight of day passing slows our feet

As we watch its remnant river deplete

Then glad, we turn toward toil’s tender quest

Of hearth 

and home 

and slumber’s merited rest

© Janet Martin

There's a different tone to Friday night rush-hour traffic...

a sigh of relief mingled with anticipation, maybe?

…unless you are a transport truck driver, always coming home to leave.

It’s hard to explain Jim’s love/hate relationship with the road…

As soon as his truck turns homeward it’s like a horse in full gallop; can’t get home fast enough.

As soon as he is home he is checking the schedules to see where to next.