In this painting depicting failing, twilit light, I wanted the flowers to lead you into the space with a sense of warmth. The temperature cools as you move into the scene and you, along with the peering head on the windowsill are silent and hesitant watcher of the figures in the garden outside. Even though the viewer is inside, the flowers contained in the garden are known through the vase of zinnias on the table. The conversation that began inside as evidenced by the half finished food, is kept secret as night is slowly obscuring the couple.