The Evening Ritual That Found Me
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I didn’t mean to start an evening ritual.
It happened one sunset at a time.
Now, without really thinking about it, I find myself doing the same little things each night.
☕ Put the kettle on.
🕯 Light the porch lantern.
🪴 Water whichever flowers still look thirsty after the heat.
📖 Bring a book I may or may not actually read.
🌙 Wander to the old garden gate to see if the moonflowers have opened a little more.
🐈 Wait for Smokey to inspect absolutely everything before we sit down.
The moonflowers are teaching me something I keep forgetting.
Not everything beautiful arrives all at once.
Some joys unfold one quiet evening at a time.
Perhaps that’s why I keep coming back.
Not because something extraordinary will happen…
…but because something small usually does.
And lately, that has felt like more than enough.
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