This fact makes late afternoons and evenings beautiful and sweet to me. I like mornings too, but for a different reason. They are fresh and hopeful and all possibility. But the end of the workday is like a song of gratitude. It's labor expended and energy spent: soft, heavy, tired, and worn- sleepy in the muscles but satisfied, and full to brimming in my heart.
Work affords me the best relaxation I know. There is nothing like the feeling of having put in a good day.