Penny's first walkWEB

A few weeks ago, on one of the first warm-ish days of the season, Penelope and I went for an evening walk.  It was Penny's first walk--we left the stroller at home and ambled among the trees, just the two of us, on the winding network of paths that sprawls behind red-brick apartment buildings.  I chased Penny as she ran after dogs and urged her forward as she stopped to contemplate the passers-by or followed the people who smiled at her.  We spied the first buds of spring and Penny ate some of the pale violet petals.  We stayed out until it was nearly dark and almost still; the only sounds were echoing birdsong and the occasional bright clinging of a bicycle bell.

Dusk is my favorite time of day.  The hour or so before dark has always had a melancholy feel about it for me--the sun sinks low and the shadows grow long as the day creeps toward its end. But I love those last moments when, though the sun has dropped below the horizon, there still remains that soft glow of light.  There is a feeling of tenderness, of longing for a long-lost home, and the warm promise of lamps glowing in windows.

Penny on fence WEB

I love how the feeling of dusk shows up in these photos of my walk with Penny.  The air shimmers with a thin mist, drawing a muffled gray over daytime's vivid color.  You can almost see the quiet hush of day's end, but any sense of loneliness is warded off by the lights shining in the windows of a hundred apartments where families are gathering around the dinner table.

Penny swingWEB

See the little speck of light just over Penny's head in the last two photos?  That's a lamp burning on the kitchen windowsill in my own apartment.  Every evening I light the lamp, imagining that people on the paths outside might see it and feel refreshed with new hope as they hurry toward the comfort of their own homes.  And it turns out that it served as a poignant encouragement to me as well.

It occurs to me that the gloomy, wet and misty weather that most often pervades Northern Germany has given this place a nearly permanent sense of "dusk" for me.  Yes, it can be melancholy and lonely at times; but it is magical too.  I like to feel that longing for home and to know that the home-fire is always burning here and in as many places as I have people who love me.


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