Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run.
Dusk prepares its questions, I can't pretend,
As evening whispers, "Here we go again."

No buzzing phone, no urgent tasks,
The night unrolls its quiet asks.
The night unfurls, demanding time.
No little ones to blur my view,
The list of bedtime tasks now through.

But then darkness comes...