We shouted to hail an accomplice across the street but by evening she is at our elbow. We are set a time for spending and for reckoning and evening is the time between. We bargain in a basement amid the clutching hands, but at home enjoy the purchase. We spend our substance on the loot of day but in the evening we ignore the price. We have a time for learning and the time for recollection soon will come.
Evening is the time between.
Gather the hours into a glass and drink You will enjoy your past a second time. Gather the days into a book and read and you will find the chapters never end because they were chapters never begun. Gather the years into an album and browse and you will find that you are episodes in a dynasty of life that holds you by each hand. O evening that quietens, yet judges us lead us into a night of truth.