Exact timing

I wanted to know the precise moment when Shabbat came. I wanted to see the shift, from week to –end, work to rest. They told me that Shabbat came with the sunset, was born in shadows, and so I sat and waited on a high peak. Behind me, the sinking sun. Before me, the stretching shadows.

And as the blush turned to gray and the shadows grew quiet, the wind laughed. “You could have called me. I was waiting, and you could have saved yourself some time.”

“I didn’t see you come in,” I whispered, sorry that I had failed.

“You must have blinked,” the wind replied, blowing past me and into Shabbat.

No comments: