One Quiet Evening

I glance at the frosted pane, the sun gives up its reign, surrendering to the night A cozy fire burns in the hearth, wood smoked mixed with the smell of dinner, my turn to cook. She's late, the glass is dark warm light from the candles create a magical effect. She'll be tired, and surprised, not expecting a romantic dinner. A glance at the clock on the wall, must be traffic holding her up. Lights brighten the window for a flash, a car door slams, the heavy trod of weary feet. The door opens, and there she stands, then that smile, that makes my heart skip a beat. Then tears brim in those green eyes telling me, I did something right, on that one quiet night.