Four Hours

5.00pm: Department Heads meeting should have, but hasn't, finished. Don't they know I have to be back by 6.30 for library duty?

6.00pm: Finish last night's pizza and on taking my empty plate to kitchen realise that there's a Hedgehog in my Hall (surely this must be a line from a Country and Western ballad?)

7.00pm: Having rushed to the library half an hour ago (I needn't have bothered for there was no one waiting) a student finally arrives to share the library with me. None of the photos I have taken are any good for today's journal.

8.00pm: I have at last taken a photo of a library window view showing the beginning of the end of the day that I like and start to search for a poem that summates what I see. I am astonished to realise that that we in the library have burgeoned to a total of 25.

9.00pm: G'night students - go to your rooms so that I can go to mine. At home, with a non-electric drink, I am uploading the photo and the rather lovely poem I found by CJ Dennis.

DUSK
Now is the healing, quiet hour that fills
This gay, green world with peace and grateful rest.
Where lately over opalescent hills
The blood of slain Day reddened all the west,
Now comes at Night's behest,
A glow that over all the forest spills,
As with the gold of promised daffodils.
Of all hours this is best.
C. J. Dennis 1876-1938