night air
I light another candle, ready to take in the evening sights
There is an ethereal feeling to this December evening.
Sissy, my calico cat settles in next to me, we watch the sun go down
Every sundown is a painting I can never hope to capture on canvas
As the sky turns dark gray, it becomes chillier, but neither of us moves
Welcoming the chill of night air, and spirits arriving in orange orbs
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