The Gloam

Evening sun, fire and sage, fades like a tired child beyond those trees, that distant hill. An applause of cicadas and a full heart rises to greet the gloam as it spills toward you on a slender breeze. You are happy and sated as a lover might be. Blue cigar smoke whispers above your clear head. Street lamps pause with effort that you might sit still a moment more.

...just one moment more.