It's my favorite time of day. I know you will assume that it's nap time and, while it is nap time, that's not exactly why.

There's something about the shift of light in the house that changes my mood in the afternoon. The living room, instead of having the morning sun streaming through the windows, has settled into a serene, restful haven. It's light and airy, but quiet and still, even with the breezes blowing through the windows. The white noise of the fans lulls one into a trance and the leaves rustling on the trees outside the picture window are mesmerizing. Even with toys and cushions scattered over the room there's something about it that makes you want to sit down with a good book and a hot cup of tea and just sink into it for hours.

It's a little lonely sometimes too, though. Those quiet hours when the children are napping and I don't hear anything but the wind in the trees and the birds calling to one another... often company would be much appreciated. I like being alone sometimes. I daydream a lot and that's easier to do when you're alone. But I'd much rather have company when I'm roaming around doing my mindless chores than be alone with my thoughts.