This time of the day. My favorite. The light plays games with the shadows. They all hopscotch for attention. The sun is starting to think about shutting down shop for the day. Even an old cement mixer becomes a work of art. Maybe it always was. Maybe we are all May Bees. Maybe we are ashes. It’s cool to have right now in the palm of my hand. The sun just drank a glass of lemonade. Everything is perfect. Right now is all we need. Save your worries for tomorrow. For now let them flutter away like confetti. This is your ticker tape parade and the cement mixer is the Grand Marshall.