How often do we accept the gift of simply sitting and watching the sun sigh into the horizon?
The day begins to turn night, for the briefest moment, clouds take on a slightly brighter hue.
Then in that last bit of the evening there is a moment where the sky seems to sigh and the light comes down a notch.
Five minutes later there is a second sigh and the light comes down another notch.
The incandescent streetlights pop on.
A few more minutes and a muted twilight drops to dusk – the sun hidden by our turn.