A Vignette by Deborah Niven
The silent evening brings peace; the silent evening helps me gather my thoughts. There is tranquility in the silent evening.
The oven door is cracked open enabling the last vestiges of heat to waft out, bringing welcome warmth to the chilly nightfall. The left-over smell of fresh biscuits hangs in the air.
I hear the clock ticking. It is a calming sound transporting me back to the long ago evenings of my childhood. Tick-tock, tick-tock, I am wrapped in warm blankets listening to the night; I am 10 years old. The old clock in the living room ticks away and I drift off to sleep.