Love the drama.  The dark clouds rarely mean rain here, but it has been just a bit cooler today.

“Now the day is over, night is drawing nigh, shadows of the evening drift across the sky…when the morning wakens, then may I arise, pure and fresh and sinless, in Thy holy eyes.”

We sang that at summer camp, followed by “Day is Done” and then a cheerful “Good night!”  No matter what had happened that day, all was well when we sang.  Camp was not always happy for me, as I was neither athletic nor socially adept, but every day finished with that wonderful group singing around the campfire to settle into, and that singing time remains a happy memory.  Would that we could all sing together around the campfire every night…